a second ago, i read jenny's mom's blog. i read about seeing cows out the window and getting into the truck to drive out to the edge of the property -- 'cause the edge is that far away.
i'm constantly on the edge. the edge of a traffic jam. the edge of a deadline. the edge of the 800-sqaure-feet i'm not even close to owning. the edge of running out of gas or burning the toast.
i'm on the edge of a breakdown.
i want the edge to be further away. i want to have to get in the truck and drive there. and when i get there, i want to be able to save a baby goat from dying.
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I shouldn't, but I totally get that. I do. And I was there...an inch or two from the edge...less than 6 months ago. The whole "this too shall pass" is true. I promise. This is me, telling you, from about 10 feet from the edge. :)
The edge will get farther away soon. I promise. I was on the edge not so long ago and now it is a distant memory. This too shall pass.
But while the edge is still looming, some ranch therapy does the body good. We should have a bloggers day at our ranch in fredericksburg - half the day relaxing at the ranch's serene creek, half the day shopping! I'm taking the boys next weekend...just a thought... :)
sweet, sweet sarah. sending you prayers and hugs for strength to endure and withdraw from the edge. call me.
on this ranch playdate, are gramas invited?
Not to make light of what you're going through because I know it can be so hard. But what do you think would happen if you actually went over the edge?
At the risk of sounding looney, I HAVE been over the edge at least once or twice. And the vantage point there, although not always pleasant, taught me something.
I'm an edge-dweller. So I'm a believer in the "If you're not living on the edge, You're taking up too much space" T-shirt.
Come on over... the water's fine...
Love you girl!
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