We had the pleasure of running into these lovely ladies on a drive today.
I needed to get out of the house and my head. Needed a break from pain and fatigue.
After driving though a manicured subdivision, this unlikely herd was just what I needed to pull me out of the spiral I started to drown in at the sight of more construction. For fuck’s sake, let’s not go there.
I’ve never fit into a manicured lifestyle.
When I was married and raising my family I made every attempt to look like I belonged there, but in my heart I longed for the unkept herd with the patchy fur and bad haircuts.
The herd not afraid to lick their nostrils with their tongue, instead of those fenced in by societies expectations.
The herd not afraid to let the grass grow wild because that meant more wild flowers, instead of those afraid of what the HOA and the neighbor’s would think.
There’s nothing wrong with any lifestyle, but it can feel all wrong if you’re not where you’re meant to be.
Hell, I have a son who felt like an alien in his body and he’s doing something about it.
I know and love people in many herds.
After we drove a bit, Jase, not knowing any of the dialogue in my brain, said “Hey Mare? When we have more money, will we still live a small life?”
Me: “Oh. Hell. Yes. Honey. Oh, hell yes”…………….