This quote is amazingly true. Every Sunday I go to Frank’s farm to muck stalls and take care of the horses. It gives me pleasure knowing that I’m making a horse comfortable and happy. My favorite part is mucking stalls. It’s my favorite because it gives me time to listen to my iPod in peace, and to think. During the week I’m constantly worrying about school and homework. At the barn I don’t have to think about that I can make up a story or think about stupid things like food or whether or not I picked up my room. And by the way, I would much rather clean a stall than my room. I can let my thoughts overtake me without having to pay attention to anything. Mucking out stalls may smell and sometimes feel disgusting, but it’s as much a stress reliever as riding. Except, you’re not having to pay attention to where you’re going, or what the horse is doing. The stalls are my happy place was I can think and be useful.
This quote speaks volumes about me. I’m hard working and will always take care of a horse but I won’t clean my room until I have to. My room is subjective, I either leave clothes on the floor or not make my bed. Either way it gets messy and depending on how long I wait to clean it, it can be unorganized as well. On the other hand I could not leave a horses stall dirty for more than a day, if I did I would feel awful. Horses are my passion, even when it means cleaning up after them. I might hate cleaning my room but I will always muck out a stall.
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