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Ya gotta overlook some things in people. Ya gotta pick and choose what you will and will not stand up for. Ya gotta go with your gut.  Ya gotta be civilized in public (behind closed doors you have earned the right to be a pain if you are past 50). The pain of past events will always be with you.  How you deal with that hell every day is up to you.  Some days will be great, other days will be self inflicted pity parties where you attempt to garner attention from anyone who will listen to you–either a complete stranger or friend. Any attention is better than no attention.  Drastic statements often capture one of your friends’ attention such as: “I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Your success in life is measured by you.  You set your own expectations, you either live up to them or you don’t. Success though, is NOTHING, without someone who knows you very well, to share it. A huge thing happened to me yesterday. I bought a horse for a client.  It was my first time, under the auspices of my company, American Romance Equestrian, that I had operated as a professional.  I floundered a few times thru out the purchasing experience.  The new owners are thrilled, they are first time horse owners.  There was one person I wanted to tell, he knows me really well, you know, the good, bad and super ugly.  Yesterday was such a monumental moment for me, I know I did the right thing by the owners and the horse-my gut says so.  It has never steered me wrong. It was also bittersweet. ;-)  I am alone by choice.  The heart is guarded.  It has walls up that probably won’t come down.  And for now, I am content with that. Those of us who have guarded hearts bury ourselves in something else so we only have those horrid moments before we drift off to sleep, if we sleep, to contemplate how to “fix” our situation.  We take great pride in fixing everyone else’s problems because ours are minimized. Yet we complain that we always come last on the priority list…well, duh!!!!  We are a product of our own thought process…  Being right isn’t always that important.  Your instincts, if you listen to them, will guide you. You see/feel red flags, then they exist.  Don’t feel like an idiot if you fail to listen to those flags.  Fail well as my friend, Scott, says.  My father has always said to be the best you can be at what you do whether you are a ditch digger or a CEO of a corporate conglomerate.  Steve Jobs said to stay hungry and be foolish.  I live by those words.  Ambition, drive, sacrifice are all part of my vocabulary daily. One summer, a few years, ago, I lost my place in this world.  I wrapped up myself in someone else, I tried to be what I thought he wanted me to be.  I was wrong.  He only wanted me to be the best Bethe I could be.  I was still trying to figure out who Bethe was.  I leaped into familiar territory and it backfired. I thought I wasn’t good enough, I felt inferior to him.  Wrong wrong and more wrong!!!!!  Oh, he knew about 5 star restaurants and hotels……..I was just this little farm girl from Tx.  Ya know what, I never had to live up to his standards, just mine.  It doesn’t matter that I don’t chop onions the way everyone else does, it doesn’t matter how I drive my truck or where I park it.  It doesn’t matter that I wear barrettes in my hair.  It doesn’t matter that my house isn’t perfect (just so long as the barn is).  It doesn’t matter that I wear riding clothes all the time (yeah, last year I think I had on jeans a total of 10 times). It doesn’t matter that I take off my boots in the house.  So much doesn’t matter!  What does matter is: how you allow others to treat you–you either suck it up or you speak up; you have manners–please and thank you are always ideal; you are grateful when someone does something for you; you accept the consequences of your silence in that if you choose to not say what you think, then the other person never knows and they make decisions about you based on incorrect facts; try and practice what you preach to others.  ;-)Image

How I Came to be…

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Hello world…my name is Roma’s Pony; I am 15 years old (so they say, but no one has looked at my teeth for a few years-I must remind my “rider” to call the equine dentist); I am 13.3 hands tall (one hand equals 4 inches–I will let you figure that part out-suffice it to say I am rather small); I live in San Ramon, California in a wonderful barn (second stall on the right) with many horses, I would say my “best” friend is Roma, a little bay mare who is certain she is a princess.  Both of us are tended to by this one gal.  She rides both of us, me more than Roma.  You see, Roma has a real job, she is a lesson horse who carries around many riders.  I bite and kick…there is a reason, I will get back to that at a later date.  However, this woman who rides me understands why I am the way I am.  She came into my life a year or so ago, took one look at me and sniffed in disdain literally.  What I didn’t know at that time was how much she needed me…she didn’t know either and this is how our story begins.  Till next time-I have been at a horse show today and I am going again tomorrow and need my beauty sleep…

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