Finding humor in life

I was outside this morning moving the horses around and realized that my custom facility is within reach. I had such a feeling of victory. I started thinking about all of the colts I'd take this spring and all of the clients I sent home can come back. How people would say, "Oh, this is great!" Easy to use, safe, has asthetic appeal, etc....

And then I realize the cruel irony. I have everything I need out there, but I can't even use it. I'm still so uncomfortable and is so much pain I couldn't even get a saddle up on a horse, let alone ride one. Let's not forget the whole prompting issue. I could probably move forward with the horses and if really lucky, avoid serous injury. But I really don't want to go down in history as just another Martin Harris.

My heathen feelings are this: Heavenly Father is enyoing his own private stand up comedy show with me as the main act.