I can’t fathom what has happened to my life.
In elementary school, I said I wanted to be a cowgirl when I grew up. I was obsessed with horses.
Now I’m 22.
I am pretty sure that I’m a cowgirl……
with (most of) a degree in classical music and English literature.
So that makes me a pretentious cowgirl.
I feel like either my psychiatrist or blahpolar is my fairy godmother and no one told me.
Whatever, I’m totes cool with how my life is turning out.
I’m enjoying every second of it! I feel like life has finally lined up and that I am living with purpose, as cheeseball corny as that sounds. Nothing like farm work, fresh air, and interacting with big softies all day.
(well, I’ve been bit already, and I caught three escaped horses with my bare hands, so they aren’t all softies) (but I can call myself a “wrangler” now so that is even more badass lolol)
Anyway I am loving life. All of it. Especially my new cowboy hat because seriously why didn’t I have that on day 1.