I’m a Taurus, a steadfast loyal creature of habit. I go to bed around the same time every night and wake up at the same time every morning. I’m a “nester.” I believe in making spaces my own and nothing throws me off more than sterile rooms and waking up at the wrong time or other variations from the routine.

Which is why just as I seem to get comfortable in a routine life throws me a curve ball. This past week I got a few really awesome curve balls right to the head.

First, was a surprisingly good opportunity. In October, I decided there wasn’t any reason at all why I couldn’t find my dream job. So I went directly to the source and applied for positions at SmartPak, Ariat, and other equine related companies. No matter what position I applied to at SmartPak my resume seemed to be bounced back within moments of submission, telling me I wasn’t using the right format, keywords, or other criteria and the system was rejecting it. So I called HR <<< Me being proactive. Damnit I deserve good things! I spoke with someone in HR who looked over my resume, suggested some changes and passed it on. Next thing I know, I was asked if I was able to do a phone interview. Um, yes. OF COURSE I’m able to do a phone interview. It’s scheduled for March 22. (Prayers, good/positive thoughts, Interpretive dances and other forms of luck accepted at this time). SmartPak is of course, based in Massachusetts and I’m a California girl. I’d be moving 3000+ miles away from the only home I’ve ever known, away from my horses, friends, and glorious sunshine, to an expensive area near Cape Cod and Boston where I don’t know anyone, it gets really cold in the winter, and it snows. Of course I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life (except to win the lotto and start a horse rescue… that’s still #1). Off I went researching the area, tax rates, living situations etc. I believe in being informed. I also believe in seeing myself where I want to be.  So, I now see myself in Plymouth, MA in a studio apartment with my dog dressed in everything I own because it’s effin’ cold and snowing. Life make that happen please.  Positive thinking like this often leads to disappointment as my visions often go up in smoke, but it only takes once for it to work. I’m still hopeful.

The second curve ball was less awesome. My trainer of 10+ years and I had a disagreement about what should happen with my horses. She wanted to use them for her clients and if her clients didn’t want them I should find people to lease them who wanted to be her clients. Basically, she wanted to use my awesome well trained horses for her gain which meant, I was still paying most of their expenses and unable to ride them at all. Say what? I don’t think so. I told her I felt bullied (which I did, I think those types of power moves are bullying at its finest), and she asked me to GTFO of her barn. At which point Gibbs’ former owner tried to reclaim him (Um what?). Saturday was stressful to say the least. However, I know have CC leased (from my house now), and I can see both horses out my window when I wake up in the morning.

Moral of the story: Change is good and everything happens for a reason. It’s uncomfortable, it’s scary, you never know if you’ll come out on top or hanging onto the edge of a cliff with your fingernails, but in the end what’s meant to be is.