Life in Shambles

I've been told sometimes I'm a little too dramatic.

But friends, this is serious shit.

I thought I had a hold on life happenings. I really did. I acquired a real person job, I starting saving my money, I became single, joined a gym, I sent Yankee to a show home and I began riding a little more. Albeit, a crazy horse, but it was happening...a little.

But I fell off the wagon recently.

Apparently I cannot function without a phone.

I am not ashamed to admit that I fall loosely under the category of a "millennial" and apparently cannot human without a tiny, square, technological device near me at all times.

I was never one to be attached at the eyeballs, but "to the hip" is an appropriate statement.

And now I has none, and my life is in shambles.

What is Facebook? How do I snapchat? Is Instagram a thing? How do I know if people are alive? How do I take pictures of things. HOW DO I WAKE UP ON TIME.

Its like I've completely fallen off the face of the earth. No one knows how to reach me, and I cannot reach anyone else. I feel so alone.

I'm scared.

Is anyone else out there? Do people exist outside of the internet and social media? I'm convinced that they do not.

So I literally do not know what ANYONE has been up to for the last two weeks. I can confidently say that I've visited Facebook twice on my PC, and not read one blog, nor blogged myself. I miss Instagram something fierce. I miss all the ponies. Everyone's ponies. Snapchat was my tie to Yankee, and I dont have that either and I feel like I'm dying inside. I did everything off the phone...everything.

Apparently you CAN be addicted to an app, I've discovered.

Drama aside, really though, you try it. I bet you can't. Everyone's all like "yeah not having a phone would be nice and going unplugged for a while would be chill" but you can always pick up your phone after a few hours away from the world.

Dying.

Friends, do not drop your phone on a pond. Or any other body of moisture.

11 more days and I can person again.

Also, I do really own a horse, a swear. And I do ride.

The equines are doing wonderful actually; blooming, if you will. They adore their turnout in the grassy fields and B will gallop around at minimum, 5 minutes each time I turnout. Fat and happy beasts.

 I have not ridden once though (big surprise) since my last fabulous ride 2 weeks ago (which I have yet to blog about) due to an unfortunate bout with a mild case of rhabdo, in addition to having come down with a cold after Rolex..

Apparently sitting in rain for 6 hours gets you sick. Who knew.

Fellow blogging friends

It also appears I have 87% immersed into the Crossfit cult and I literally destroyed my arms doing a hero WOD (for those non-CFers, that woudl be a stupid hard workout that no one should ever attempt ever because so hard).

I knew it was too much for me, but the competitive edge came out and I worked until I couldn't anymore. I also wasn't last to finish, go me. In return, I got T-rex arms and couldn't do shit with them for over a week. I still feel like I just stepped out of a rough workout, so note to self, quit when you know you should or you will be half paralyzed for quite some time.

Hopefully, one day soon I will return to the side of the living, but until then, enjoy this picture of Levi being precious.

**let it be known I am well aware there are worse things to happen. The struggle bus is real though and I am the captain