A New Horse

The horse had died in its stall.  He had no desire.  To do anything.  He didn’t want to walk or run.  He did not wish to graze in the vast fields that lay before him.

His only contentment was to eat and dream about all the things he wanted to do…..and occasionally drink.  He stood in his stall and the excrement began to pile up.  It began to get so deep that, even if he wanted to do something, he could not move.  When the crap finally reached his neck, he simply laid his head over and died.  Then sunk into the mess until he could no longer be seen.

The stench was bad.  Not just bad.  Horrendous.  Folks driving by could be seen gagging, even with the windows rolled up.

It was time to clean out the stall.  A front-end loader would have been helpful, but it was not an option.  The stall had to be cleaned out with an old scoop.  The first couple of scoops was nearly grounds for mutiny.

The pile slowly began to shift from the stall to a wide open space.  It was full of all sorts of things.  Things like thoughts of failure.  Blaming others. No one cared.  Just can’t do it.  Wanting someone to pump up an old tire, that had a hole in it, with words of encouragement, just to watch them escape out the hole.  Feelings of disparity.  Lots of worry, about things that never came to fruition.  A crap ton of negative thoughts.

That old horse, Procrastination, had no one to blame.  But.  Himself.

When the stall was cleaned out, it looked somewhat different.  Inviting. Almost like new.  Perhaps a new horse.  Certainly not one like before.

Maybe it was better to ponder about that.  Let’s give it the 24 hour wait period and see what happens.  

What happened was very strange.  The huge pile of crap was trying to make its way back to the stall. 

Ancient wise words filtered through. Something about cleaning the rotten stuff out of a house.  If new stuff does not replace it, the old stuff makes its way back in.

The decision was made.  Definitely time for a new horse.

He arrived the next day.  His name is Let’s Get The Fuck Up & Go!  Freak or F**k for those offended.  There was no offense intended.  It is also a code name for Time Is Of The Essence.

He is a beauty!  Tall and excited at whatever life offers him.  He wears blinders because he only has one goal in mind.  He needs not distractions.

It is probably a given that the rider will get bucked off on occasion.  But, this horse came with instructions.  He has been known to grab the rider by the scruff of their neck, toss them onto his back and head out of the gate at full steam.

Hanging on to the saddle horn will be a new past time.

Oh, that huge pile of crap?  Completely disappeared.