I Write about Men in Tanktops

I am pretty excited about writing a blog.  Not because I think it will receive that many viewers, but because I LOVE reading my thoughts from the past. My current boyfriend, (I’m keeping most things anonymous) rolls his eyes when I pull my 10th grade journal out. But really, nothing is more entertaining to me than reading about how heart-sick I was, while I also used the term “lol” in-between most sentences. (Yes, I did that and may still do that.)

In the past few days I drove on average 55 mph with my truck and very old but dearly loved horse trailer, with Gracie to a community near Annapolis, MD. (I actually do not know the exact location I am in.) I don’t think I told many people at all until the very last minute that I was leaving. Partially because I was scared to hear their reactions, but mostly because I never thought I’d make it this far.  My boyfriend again stairs at me in disbelief, but honestly nothing prepared me for the moment after that diploma was handed to me and my whole life was in front of me. I just knew horses had to be a critical part of my life somehow. But now I have responsibilities to other people, my family, and I was terrified to make any sort of decision.

Now that I am here, (this is my writing style. I word-vomit. Then, I change the topic.) I am just a few miles from the Chesapeake Bay. While Annapolis is a cute town, this community is for the real boaters. They don’t mess around. Unless you own a boat you’re not supposed to walk on the piers, but I think the local pubs and restaurants must have the best seafood, because the real people go there. The ones with sunburns and men in tank-tops.

I am so excited about starting out, I adore the people I’ve met and worked with, and because my coach told me to, I know this is the right decision.

I admit, I did cheat in the decision-making process. Determined not to make my own decision about what to do for the next portion of my life, I word-vomitted again to my favorite coach and mentor who in a long voicemail, because when do I ever charge my phone, told me to get up, pack my bags, and do something.


(This is me, taking a selfie, with my new sunglasses I saw Kourtney Kardashian wear and a top from BTG… from Spring Break 2015. I feel like I need to include photos in my blog, but I don’t have any current relevant ones.)

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