Filed under: January 2015 | Tags: hate, life, Mental Health, relaxation, Rest, Scotch/Irish
I’m awake…honest!
January 25, 2015
After an eight day stretch of work at my off farm job, I am resting up. I do have pens to clean and hay to move, but I enjoyed a morning of sleeping in, eating a late breakfast and just sitting around doing nothing. I guess its good for all of us to recharge our batteries. Even the animals do it now and then.
When the sun shines bright and warm on a still winter day, many of the animals will lay about soaking up the suns warm rays. I’m sure it feels as good on their coats as a warm quilt covered bed feels to me. I don’t do it often but when I indulge, it feels wonderful!
I am sure that I get more done after I have rested. It seems that pushing myself forward, while dragging my ass behind me, makes no sense at all. A few hours, stolen from time, that refreshes my mind and body, is well worth the time spent. I am invigorated with a new sense of purpose, energy and mental health. Rest is a wonderful thing!
When life pushes too hard, we fail to live. We get so caught up in problems, concerns and deadlines, that we miss the birds singing, the laughter of children or the peace found in a quiet room. We must embrace down time now and then. We must create this time for ourselves. Rest and relaxation gives life balance. I don’t allow myself enough of this kind of time.
When I was a young boy I remember a day working in the hayfield. It was hot and dusty. I was helping an older boy who was struggling to keep up with a fast paced machine. The machine was being driven by an angry old man who spent most of his life hollering and mistrusting people. I asked the man to stop for a minute so we could get a drink. I wasn’t really thirsty, but knew the older boy could use the water and a minute to catch his breath.
That mean, little old man’s face got all screwed up with rage and he bellowed at me. He yelled and chastised me severely. He told me that I was a spoiled, lazy kid, damn near worthless…just like my father! I was about thirteen years old, but that old man summoned my Scotch/Irish temper. I didn’t say a word, but the look I gave that rotten bastard made him walk back to the tractor…. and I have never forgotten that day.
I have made sure that no one can call me lazy. They may call me other things 😮 but not lazy! That old man went on to live into his old age. Not many folks think very much of him. I don’t know what causes a man to hate so much that it destroys a person from the inside out…but I am glad that I find ways to enjoy life…just like my father! I much prefer to smile and laugh. I work hard, I play hard and every now and then… I allow myself to rest!
As for that old man… I say piss on him!
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RicelandMeadows 
Great story Ralph!
Comment by Jacklyn January 26, 2015 @ 11:04 amI too have wondered what makes people like the man you’ve described so miserable! It’s very hard to deal with people like him but unfortunately there seem to be more & more of them in society today. Hope you and your family and the animals are all doing well. Makes me sad to see the 2 Percheron horses the loggers on 307 west have left out in this cold while they have been logging for weeks. 😦
Some people are worth the piss it would take to piss on them. They wonder why nobody want’s to work for them
Comment by sean carmody January 28, 2015 @ 9:40 pmHe was a miserable guy. I live to prove him wrong! I know some how it made him madder when I turned out as a pretty good guy.
Comment by ricelandmeadows January 31, 2015 @ 10:09 pm