Muddy Feet

I had the most amazing day last Sunday. Brodie and I went down to a few beaches but my favorite one was the one we brought Roscoe to. We had to walk down some really steep slops that were all muddy... We were struggling to stay on our feet so we decided to try going barefoot. It helped. 

Our feet experienced some pretty weird textures. My right foot was covered in mud up to my ankle while my left was in a swampy puddle with lots of twigs poking the bottom of it. Despite the milking cows phase and riding horses thing I am more of a girly girl. I'll get my hands dirty to get a job done, don't get me wrong, but if you ever see me outside of the barn I'll be in a dress with my long, blond hair blowing around in the wind. Not like Beyoncé's though... When my hair blows in the wind it's wraps around my neck in a wild mess and tries to choke me out. Anyways, the treck down to (what we hoped was a beach) was starting to make me wonder if this adventure was even worth it. We weren't even sure there would be a beach at the bottom, my feet were cold and muddy and to tpo it off I saw a snake. We carried on. 

Roscoe was running around enjoying every second of it. He kept the mood light as Brodie and I watched him running up and down the slopes covering his body in mud and playing fetch with himself. Roscoe finds twigs and flips them up in the air then runs and tries to catch them. It's pretty much the most adorably, goofy thing I have ever seen in my life. 

When we finally found the beach it was perfection. We spent a few hours playing fetch with Roscoe, walking in the sand and swimming in the freezing cold water... Which I wasn't too happy about at the time but now I'm so happy Brodie made me go in, the memories are even better now as I think back to my shivering body and purple feet. 

Even though the multiple beaches we tried before hand and the muddy slip and slide we had to take down to this last one ate up most of our day, the last beach was so perfectly secluded and peacful it made up for any bad moments previous. Which got me thinking... That's kinda how life is isn't it? We have some shitty moments, days, weeks, maybe even months but there is always that one experience right around the corner just waiting to bring a smile onto your face. That Sunday on the 7th of September made so many of my struggles these past few months kinda dissolve away. Saturday was a tough day for me as it had been 5 months since Sydney passed but that Sunday gave me a much needed reminder that I have people here who care about me and who I care about. Those people deserve my full happiness and attention... Well, as much as I can possible give them anyways. 

I've had my fair share of tough experiences this summer but I try my best to remain grateful. Those memories shaped me into who I am today, which is someone I am quite proud of. And if I ever get too down about sad memories I remember that they are only memories. They are in the past and cannot be changed, only accepted. 

From this very moment forward I have blank pages (for the most part.) I live a pretty scheduled life so I have the rest of my week already planned out. In no way does that mean my story is already written. Maybe this evening Max will be a bad horse for me and leave me in a grumpy mood... Or maybe if I'm lucky we'll get out first canter pirouette... We're so close!! You see, I forget that even though I have a schedule I don't actually have a story written, just an outline. 

Which is beautiful. 

Life is such a beautiful gift that we all forget in some moments. If you think about it, our bodies soul purpose is to keep us alive and healthy. If we cut ourselves, it makes a scab. If we are sick, it attacks the virus. If we need tougher skin in some area's, it make callouses for us. How amazing is that. We are gifted with a physical body that will do everything it can to keep us alive and healthy yet here we are complaining that our hair isn't thick enough or curly enough or whatever it is we think we need to change about ourselves. Stop it. It's pissing me off. 

So I guess if I attempt to tie all of this together right now I would have to leave you with this...

We have to get our feet muddy and hair messy. Not because we make the conscious decision to, maybe it's even completely out if our control. Never the less, those muddy moments, those slippery slopes shape us and (just like a callous) make us stronger one layer at a time. Then when we finally wake up and realized we needed those tough times and we fully accept those memories we will bring so much positivity into our lives and radiate it out to the ones we love. 

Much Love,

Megan