Thursday, April 21, 2011

Looking forward to the future and focusing on the now

     The future is a complicated thing. It usually doesn't turn out like we though it would. Sometimes the future can be so exciting and sometimes it just scares the crap out of me. Sometimes I get so caught up in thinking about the future that I forget to live in the now. With the onset of summer fast approaching, I find myself in this situation. Lately I've been focusing on the near future a lot. I've been planning my work for the summer, preparing for volunteer opportunities, and registering for fall classes. Through all this, I've kindof forgotten how great my life is now. Not that I shouldn't be excited for the great things in store for this summer, but I need to remember how good I've got it now. I have some great friends and roommates, I love school, and I have a job that allows me to do all of this. The thing I'll miss most this summer is all the great friends that I've met this year. Sometimes it's just nice to take a step back, stop all the planning, and just appreciate how wonderful life is.
     That being said, there are times when a girl has to focus on her future. I mean, if I didn't plan, I'd be pretty much screwed when school gets out in three weeks. I have the near future all figured out. This summer I'll be working at the same vet clinic from last summer, volunteering at a therapeutic riding center, and hanging out with my friends and family as much as possible. I've already registered for fall classes and I have the rest of my undergrad scheduled so I will graduate with my bachelors in fall 2012. It's the far future that gets really fuzzy. I was asked today "what are your plans after graduation?". My answer? I don't know. A few months ago I would have told you that I'm applying for vet school this summer, will hopefully get in for fall of 2012, and live happily ever after. But lately, I just don't know. I've realized that it's ok not to know exactly what your plans are. Not that I don't have dreams or goals or things I want to accomplish in life (trust me, I do), I just don't want plan everything too much. I want to leave room in my future for the wonderful things that God has in store for me. I don't know exactly what life is going to throw at me, but as long as I listen to Him and do what he wants me to do, I know my future will be wonderful. Sometimes it's just hard to let go, and let God take care of things. But I know that it'll be worth it!

     Sincerely,
               Me

Thursday, April 14, 2011

F to the E R G the I the E

     I've been pretty horse-sick lately. The USU equestrian team is done for the season, and without it, I don't have any contact with horses. I love horses and they are a big part of my life, so it's hard when I don't get to spend time with them. My dad calls riding my "Prozac", since it seems to make everything better. To make up for my lack of "horsing" (as my cousin calls it) I have been watching a lot of horse movies. This doesn't quite cut it, but it sure helps! I've also been thinking about Fergie a lot. No, not the famous pop start from The Black-Eyed Peas. Fergie was my horse.
Me and Ferg, hanging out at the barn
     I started riding Fergie the summer I turned 15, only about a year after I started taking regular lessons. When I first saw Fergie, I didn't think she was anything special, just a regular brown horse standing in a stall. Boy, was I wrong!I soon found out that she had a huge heart, a sweet personality, and an amazing capacity to love. She was also very fun to ride, especially when we were both having a good day. Fergie taught me so much in such a short time. She taught me about friendship, forgiveness, and love. Even after a hard, frustrating lesson, she always showed me that she loved me. It was hard to stay mad at her. Many times, Fergie was a shoulder to cry on, always there to lend her silent support. She taught me what it means to love unconditionally.
First Class, Fergie's dad
     Fergie was born out of an Arab mare by an Oldenburg sire. What a dynamic cross! Fergie had the fire and stamina of the Arabian, and the movement and disposition of the Oldenburg. Fergie's real name, Farfig Newton, is German meaning ergonomic cookie (or something to that effect...). I usually just called her Boo. Fergie's sire, First class, was a world class stallion and a major competitor in dressage and jumping. Fergie inherited a lot of her dad's potential and I think she looks alot like him too! The other day I was looking at a website dedicated to First Class. The site listed all of his offspring that had competed well or who produced offspring that went on to become major competitors. Fergie was not mentioned. Fergie and I tried showing one summer, but it didn't sit well with her. She never won many ribbons or reached the top levels of competition, but to me she was worth more than any olympic performer. Fergie's worth was not measured in showing success, but in what she meant to those around her.
A gorgeous picture from a show


     Fergie passed away in December of 2009 from a bed case of colic. I only had about four and a half years with her, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Fergie was one of my best friends and I will never forget my first horse. I look forward to the day when I can own a horse again, but no horse, no matter how great, can ever take Fergie's place inside my heart.

     Sincerely,
               Me