The time change has given me a bit of light at the end of my run in the  morning. The horses were at the corner to greet me, so I stopped to say good morning. Indian seemed a bit groggy; I’m sure he needed another cup of coffee. I’m a better person when I stop to smell the horses, so-to-speak.

I’d be a better person if I was more honest with myself about what really matters. If I would trust more in God and worry less. If I would listen to that soft voice inner voice advising me that the choice I’m about to make may not be the best one for me. If I did not take everything so seriously.

I’d be a better person if I rode my horse more. If I spent more time with friends. If I prayed more and listened more and read more scripture. If I spent more time writing without the TV on. If I paid more attention to people and less to logistics. If I worried less about dirt on the floor and more about getting together with neighbors. 

I’d be a better person if I judged less and complimented more. If I didn’t take life for granted and instead lived each moment to the best of my ability. If I ate more peanut butter M&Ms and less broccoli. If I broke out in song more, smiled more, and let my self experience the incredible joy and beauty all around me! Thank you, God, for putting Indian in my path this morning to remind me.