|from College Essay Guy|
I grew spiteful. I was angry at everyone and decided that, since other horse people caused so many problems, I didn't want to be well associated with them. I didn't want a trainer. I didn't want someone else's horse. I didn't want anything close to a "barn family" because I felt like that concept had screwed me over more than once. I was going to do it myself. So, I opened my laptop, and I looked a horses for sale, then I looked at their prices, then I looked at my bank account and had to make myself take several seats because wow that was a complete over reaction.
|from Neurodivergencey of the Day|
But I do have goals, and dammit I'm gonna achieve them.
|Preferably with your cooperation|