I’ve been a little cranky today. Ain’t real sure why, but it got me to thinking.
Someone else posted about losing sleep from calving at this time of year.
Why do we do things in this life to cause us irritations? Like calving when the weather is pretty much bound to be miserable?
My yearling guy and he’s also a friend for some time now, went thru’ hell last spring and every year, trying to calve cows in mud in Iowa. Every year he’s done it and every years he’s bitched about all the work it takes. When I offered good workable solutions, he shot all of them down. I finally decided that basicly, he just wants to do what he’s doing and bitch about it. He refuses to change, tho’ this year he’s working on going to a late summer fall calving deal. More power to him.
But why in the hell are we all so bound to our systems and what would it do to get any one you to change? What would anyone have to do or prove to any of you, to make you change the way your doing things? Anything? Life, job, work, habits?
Life is supposed to be happy.
Sum up the Bible in 4 words and it’s “Don’t worry, be happy.” Tho’ my Bishop had a little problem with that when I told him that. But it’s the truth. God wants us to be happy so why are we all so bound and determined to screw it up and worry and fret all the time?
Anybody?
Growing up around here and still with a lot of people, if you were using a horse to do a job, you weren’t actually working, you were just playing. So?!!!!!!!! The job got done and it was enjoyable. Are we such Calvinists or so Puritanical that we feel we must suffer or it really isn’t work?
Bullshit!
I’m going to keep looking for fun ways to get my work done and make my living. Maybe I’ll end up in hell because of it, but at least I will have enjoyed my short time here.
What do you all think?
Now dammit, I’m going to go over ride my horse and throw some ropes at some calves, all the time teaching the calves to be better and my horse to be better and get better at roping, and dammit, it’s going to be fun! 😉
Dennisranch 
Preach it!
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Ornery old coots of the world, unite! Just kidding, Jinglebob — but you sure were owly for this post, weren’t you?
It takes a great deal of what the Buddhists call mindfulness to remind ourselves that every breath is a blessing and that we need not worry, but only do the good work that needs doing.
Unfortunately we’re not very good at mindfulness without constant practice — so we fall into old patterns and complaints. We all do it — but some of us (like you by the sounds) manage to realize it and shake it off. Kudos, my friend!
If you were female, I’d say it was hormones. Hey, sometimes you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Doing something that makes me sweat and outta breath usually gets me past it. Or playing with the dogs or working the horses. Or getting your ass kicked by your spouse, so to speak. Yeah, that usually works. I pick a fight with my hubby and we yell at each other good for a few minutes and then I feel better. If I don’t want to pick on him, I can go to the arena and get the team-roping crybabies all stirred up. That’s really satisfying.