THE SMALL THINGS

A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.

Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 August 2015

A price worth paying.

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You don’t have to tell them everything, say the wise voices in my head. Yes, you do, say the reckless voices. The reckless voices have a th...
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Monday, 3 August 2015

No words left.

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I worked really, really hard today, and that work was rewarded. This does not always happen. Sometimes I put in a huge effort and buggery bo...
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Friday, 31 July 2015

A good day.

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Sometimes, I fall into a defensive crouch. I put so much pressure on myself that I go into a kind of awful tunnel vision. It is dark in the...
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Wednesday, 1 April 2015

In which I want to be horrid and decide to be nice.

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I was going to do something perfectly horrid today. Yesterday, two things occurred to upset me. Both were very small, hardly visible to the...
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Thursday, 19 February 2015

A day.

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Sunshine. Cook breakfast eggs for The Mother. Groundwork. Riding. (I have lost my trot. It is tense and rushed where it should be smooth and...
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Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Lost thoughts.

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Quite often, I wake up in the morning and write the blog in my head as I brush my teeth. I cannot tell you the dazzling nature of my thought...
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