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A New Season

Here I am, on the cusp of Christmas, another year rolling by. Lately, I've been on a mission to amp up my productivity. With my husband frequently away on travels, I find myself with ample alone time. And since lounging around isn't an option anymore, I've thrown myself into a whirlwind of activities.


My newfound obsession? My jeep group. I've been hitting up Christmas parades left and right, and I've even dusted off my equestrian skills, diving back into hunter, jumper, and dressage training. Surprisingly, I haven't lost my touch—it's like riding a bike. Although, adulting on horseback is a whole different ballgame from my childhood days.


Off-roading has also become a passion. Teaming up with a fellow jeep enthusiast I met at an event, we've been tearing up trails and putting our jeeps through their paces. It's amazing how much we click—we're practically soul sisters. Plus, our husbands share similar interests, adding an extra layer of camaraderie.


Speaking of new ventures, I've taken the plunge and enrolled in college. The specifics are fuzzy, but I'm diving headfirst into this new chapter. It's daunting, but hey, I'll figure it out along the way. My schedule's jam-packed, and the pressure is real, especially with looming exams. Wish me luck—I'll need it.


On the health front, there's been a significant shift. Weekly shots have replaced my pill regimen, tackling both migraines and diabetes. The bonus? Shedding pounds left and right, leaving me in disbelief. It's a surreal experience, but I'm not complaining. With the weight dropping off, I'm eager to reclaim my fitness journey, albeit with baby steps to avoid feeling like I'm gasping for air with every move.


With Christmas fast approaching, I've got a couple more gifts to snag, though gift cards should make it a breeze. As for me, I'm treating my jeep to a new steel bumper—a practical upgrade, considering my off-road adventures. It's all about enhancing functionality, right?


Meanwhile, my RV has undergone a transformation into a serene office and studio space. No more canine interruptions—just peace, quiet, and toasty warmth courtesy of the reliable heater. It's become my sanctuary, though I sometimes daydream about hitching it to my jeep—perhaps a project for another day.


But alas, duty calls, and it's back to hitting the books for me. Here's to diving into 2024 with gusto—despite the inevitable groans that accompany the new year. Until next time, folks.

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