Saturday, October 27, 2012
Today something happened:
Grays. Lots of them. Out of Nowhere.
Then later something else happened:
trying to do this :
Long story short: I am getting old.
This got me thinking. "Hey Megan, you are getting old...what the H are you doing with your life?"
I said, "I'm getting ready for Frankenstorm! Back up off me."
But for serious. I have been so excited working on Young Riders this past month. It is re-inspiring me on a professional level. Fundraising is fun. I am pretty sure I have raised more money in the last 10 years than I have made in the last 28. And people never cease to amaze me with their generosity. People have been bidding away at the silent auction online : www.USEA2.net/auction - You could be one of those people.
I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out what the next 'step' is going to be. I get so close to so many ideas, then I watch something like this:
Cry for ten minutes and decide - if I can't be a professional event rider, and I don't have enough money to be a professional show jumper or dressage rider, and I am not really into barrel racing - that leaves only one option: professional vaulting.
Which brings me to my final sign I am getting old: I have lost my gray haired hatin' Mind.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
photo credit: Will Baxter
But I am back, with a vengeance. So maybe this blog should be called Back With A Vengeance.
Well, actually, vengeance isn't really the correct word either.
Punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.
revenge - retaliation - requital - reprisal - retribution
So lets just call it: I'm Back.
After a year long hiatus from my own personal blog - a time spent writing for the almighty Eventing Nation and using John and Samantha for shameless plugs and media attention - I have decided I much prefer writing for myself.
Thanks to John for putting my name in headlights. I hate to pull a Justin Timberlake, but I gotta leave the team for now and see if I can make it on my own. Hopefully this will lead to several number one hits, some movie deals, and some extremely hot, albeit older, boyfriends. The most important factor - I want a best friendship with Timberland.
Hi Blog. I have missed you.
So what has changed this year? Well, I have one gray hair. We did NOT go to the Olympics. Tate (almost) won Burghley. I am now the Area II Young Rider co-coordinator.
My dad tells me I need to start taking jobs that pay me money. I have given up trying to buy a horse and live the riding dream. That ship has sailed off and subsequently been eaten by the Kraken.
My new philosophy on horse life: BE RICH +OWN LOTS OF HORSES = ACCEPTABLE LIFE, or BE BROKE + RIDE LOTS OF HORSES = ACCEPTABLE LIFE. But, BE BROKE + DON'T OWN OR RIDE LOTS OF HORSES = UNACCEPTABLE.
So I suppose I am going to spend the next 6 months trying to figure out how to triple my salary, and if that doesn't work I may just pull a west coast move out of left field and get rich somewhere in Silicon Valley. Actually Napa Valley is more my style.
But the reality is, I am moving to Long Valley.
Our Pittstown chapter is soon closing, and we are moving to bigger and better things up the mountain. A giant indoor, a horse walker, and a haunted house built a hundred years ago. (I told Sarah I didn't think the house was haunted so she wouldn't freak out. There is NO WAY that house isn't haunted.)
I have multiple projects juggling at the moment. I am really excited to kick off fundraising for Area II Young Riders at Virginia Horse Trials next weekend. I am also helping launch a sweet new online educational platform for horse people (stay tuned), we are beefing up Sinead Halpin Eventing to the next level, and I also really want to get back involved with my hometown non-profit - the TCB. (I can hear my dad right now asking me when am I going to have any time to actually make money)
I really need to get better at making money. Because I am exponentially great at spending it. (to be discussed at a later date)
I have printed this out and have hung it over my desk:
This blog lost shape quicker than normal. But have no fear, there is much more randomness where that came from!
Welp, See Ya Later.