Well, I am headed to the Fairy Encounter at Windy Meadows with Melissa and the Princess. We'll be gone for the weekend and it should be lots of fun, particularly as there aren't many girly things going on at my house!
Ellie and Randy Troutman have a great thing going at Windy Meadows, (you can read all about it over at Thistledew) and after I graduate we are going to do a girls weekend - go to a horse race, have a spa weekend, maybe go trail riding... it is going to be great! Assuming I survive, that is!
But, here's the thing - every single time I decide to go somewhere, I immediately begin to think of reasons why I shouldn't go. I need to study, there's work to be caught up around the farm, it isn't in the budget.... the list is endless. So, I nearly talk myself out of going, and then I go anyway, and I have a great time, and I manage to stay on top of everything anyway - EVERY SINGLE TIME. In fact, I'm generally more productive when I get home because I've had a bit of a break. So, why do I do this? Why agonize over it endlessly? I don't know - I really don't. Maybe there's a little hermit living in my head. I think there is. I think I am going to name her Millicent.
So, hush up, Millicent! We're going to have fun this weekend! Go back to your cave and leave me alone!
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