The sun will rise, and we will try again.

They say time flies when you are having fun, well, I think I can give that one a thumbs up! I am fifty-seven days into the 2017 breeding season, and we have literally two months of the year left! We only have about thirty something mares left to foal down, we are counting days with most of our mares for vet work. Things are slowly slowing down, but there is still tons to do which keeps us on our toes. I am not as nervous, and anxious as when I first arrived and I am not always second guessing my every move and my every thought. I will get the odd occasion that will throw me off balance a bit, but life isn’t perfect after all…I have just learned how to handle it better.

The days are going by in the blink of an eye….I am dressed and out of the house before six in the morning, I first welcome our new arrivals (if we have any) and then get everything ready for vet work. Our morning consists of collecting horses for vet work, teasing them, and filling in necessary paper work. Vet comes around 9:30 and probably leaves around 10:30/11:00 after that we would put all the horses back and wash the crush (my quiet moment of the day) and leave everything sparkly and smelling good for the next day. Our afternoon’s consists of checking the mares and doing treatments, catching up on some farrier work, sorting out foaling unit supplies and fitting all the preggie mares into stables for the evening. This is just a short run-through of a typical day…There is always a curve ball here and there since you never really know what is going to happen when you work with horses. That is why I love it I guess. There is none of that nine to five stuff, getting stuck in a daily routine, same old, same old mumbo jumbo. My mother would laugh at me right now, normally I am the most planned person and cannot handle when I haven’t prepared for anything, but in this industry you have got to take every day and every moment as it comes.

In other news, I cannot remember if I have updated you all on my future endeavor. I had planned on doing a season in America, but the application had not worked out due to my lack of experience. Somehow the whole situation did not get me down as I thought it would. My heart seemed more driven and more positive…so I sent my CV to a stud in Australia and before you know it I am applying for a four year visa. God definitely knows what He is doing! I only have about 58 days left here in Mooi River, with another season under my belt, my confidence packed in my bag again and even more passion…now I can continue follow my dreams abroad.

Before I go, I titled my post “The sun will rise, and we will try again.” because I am trying to remember now that each day is a new day to try again, a new day to get it right. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect right now. I am getting it right slowly, but surely. It also helps that I am surrounded by good people –  It feels so good to be surrounded by good people, people that are not only good on the outside but on the inside as well.

 

 

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No one ever injured their eyesight by looking on the bright side.

I just realized that I always start my posts on a statement of what type of week it was…this time I feel like changing it up and leaving it a mystery.

I have been looking forward to this long weekend so bad, four days of working “weekend hours”, its the farm life dream. Before we get to the weekend though, there still has to be a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. You have probably never experienced a busier week in your entire life. The first draft of sales yearlings going to Johannesburg were leaving this Saturday, so there had to be shoeing and vet checking and some owners and trainers like to come look at the yearlings on the farm as well. Because it was technically only four days in this week, we had to squeeze everything in…we literally used every spare second on the clock to get things done. We made it though, and all on my own I managed to juggle the foals, the weanlings, and the yearlings, the treatments, the farrier, the vet, and everything in between. You know what makes it all worth it, when your boss tells you “…that he is really impressed with you, and really proud.”

I can fully say with confidence that the horses going to the sale are ALL MINE! They are my blood, sweat, and tears. I didn’t think anyone noticed how much work and effort I put into it, nevermind the boss. Now Mrs. So and So isn’t here, they finally see my light! God has got my back, He always has. Like they say, Good always wins.

Starting on the weekend…I just couldn’t wait to get Saturday over and done with. I wanted those horses on the truck and on their way to Johannesburg as soon as possible! Just hoping and praying that the guys packed everything and the horses had all their stuff, and everyone got on the truck okay. To be honest, I have been so anxious I have not been able to sleep or eat at all. I have no idea why I was stressing about it, because it went smoother than a piece of silk.

Another exciting thing happened this weekend, I made a friend! Yes, your probably thinking, you should have tons of friends in Robertson, you’ve been there for eleven months! Holy moly, just got a fright! I have been here for ELEVEN months! Anyways, He (yes, he) is the resident “house-sitter” (No, that’s not his real job. of course.) My work colleagues  occasionally ask him to house sit while they are away. He’s been here a couple of times, but I only properly met him on Friday after work. He wasn’t what I had pictured…down-to-earth, pleasant, has a rather capturing smile, and amazing manners…a proper gentleman. It was probably the first holiday since I left home that I didn’t feel completely alone.

I am not the most social person on the planet, I would much rather get pizza and watch a movie under a blanket than go out drinking till early hours of the morning. I would rather go hiking, go on a road-trip, or do something exciting than spend every weekend at a different party. I guess that is why I haven’t made many friends in eleven months. But, I do have a best friend already, I feel like I don’t need anyone else. My sister is my best friend…she knows me better than anyone else ever could, heck, she knows me better than I know myself! She know’s how I feel by simply reading my messages or hearing my voice. Some people meet their best friends in school, or wherever…I was just incredibly lucky that I grew up with mine. Wow, getting a little emotional over here on my couch. Excuse me, it happens every holiday, I am most emotional during these times of year. I am just super blessed, and super thankful for my family. Even though we are miles and miles apart (I know South Africa use kilometers, but that statement sounds better in miles…even you have to admit) Anyways, even though we are miles apart…I couldn’t feel closer to them.

Back to my mystery friend…I don’t like mentioning any real names on my blog so we are going to call my new friend, Fish (there is  story behind that) let’s hope and pray I don’t mess this one up by being a socially awkward little mouse that doesn’t like getting out of her comfort zone. I really hope this is not the last time we will hear from Fish.

I am always surprised at how much can happen in a week! I am never short of stories, am I? Well, that is really all for now.

As always, thanks for listening.