Baby, You're a Firework

I've been totally silent all week since the announcement about leaving my job, and with good reason. I have news I wasn't ready to break until I had solid plans in place. The last thing I had written on Monday was, "I'm not unhappy, and I'm not nervous or upset. I'm just looking forward with rapt attention. It's foggy and gross out there this morning, but I'm not worried. Soon, the sunlight will break through." That very same day, I received a phone call from one of the clients, just as the rain outside literally stopped and a few rays of sunlight began to sparkle on the wet grass. (Literally, I'm not even kidding you. It was meant to be.) I have always tried my best to be good to the clients, and they in turn wanted to make sure I was taken care of after my time at this past barn. She has a friend who knows a BNT north of us who was looking for someone full time, housing/board/training/salary all included with the package deal. I of course jumped at this opportunity, went up on Thursday and Friday to interview, and really enjoyed myself. And wouldn't you know, here I am today with a new job and an amazing once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to train with an amazing rider. They are leaving for Southern Pines this weekend; I will be following them down after Thanksgiving and a little bit of a well-needed vacation for both myself and my pony.

Gogo's been awesome all week, so Beth and I decided today to head to the beach for one last low-ride ride:



She looks so amazing.

But.

Today she did not feel amazing.

She felt a little funny.

And when I got off, I thought perhaps her RH looked a little funny.

Maybe it was the footing. Maybe I am imagining things. But of course now I am completely panicked. She did work pretty hard yesterday. Maybe I am making things up. Maybe she's just tired after her work. She's been totally, thrillingly, amazingly, better-than-ever sound since last June. Maybe one day when she doesn't feel as amazing is not the end of the world?

I dunno. I hate days like that! It was so gorgeous and fun at the beach. I had such a great time. Damnit Gogo! You heard the words 'Southern Pines' and this happens? Come on woman, really?

I guess we'll just have to see tomorrow morning what she looks like. Once back home and in the barn, the legs looked the same as always. Maybe the right windpuff was slightly squishier than normal, but again, I could be imagining things.

Maybe I just need a Xanax. Leaving a job and moving is stressful in a lot of ways. I think a big pizza and some beer might be the only remedy this evening... but I better go see the Mommy first. Although honestly... I'm not sure what else there is to do for her that I haven't already done.

I guess we'll just have to see.

(But I can't lie.... VERY excited for Southern Pines regardless!)