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Don’t Give Up. Don’t Give In.

I had a wonderful day yesterday. First day on the new (seasonal) job went fantastic!

I am working in a warehouse for the holiday season. My station is in the cards shipping department. Basically, I package cards in shipping boxes, put labels on them and send them on their way. I really enjoyed it. Every one that I worked with was friendly and always helpful. Willing to answer all my “need to know” questions. The hours are long. Standing for extended periods of time is a challenge for me physically. I wear my hiking boots and inserts for good support. Drink lots of water. Eat healthy. I may make it through physically. If I was going to stay in Arizona, I would most certainly be seeking a permanent job there. I really had a fun day. Best part of the day was not one feeling of anxiety! I am looking forward to working there for the next few months.

No surprise that I was in bed early last night. When the alarm went off this morning, I admit, I was not ready to get out of bed but I’ve waited months for employment. I can’t sleep in now. While I was resting my eyes, post alarm clock, I kept hearing in my head, “and if you don’t give up, don’t give in, you may just be okay.” It is a line from the song, The Living Years by Mike and the Mechanics. I think it is a good message. Timely for me.

Whatever your struggle. Where-ever you are. Just don’t give up and don’t give in. Time will wander on and you will be okay. The Living Years

Have to get ready for work. Have a wonderful day!
Be brave.
Jamie Christine

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The Red Roan

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This weekend, I was looking through my collections of photographs, when I came across this shot of The Red Roan standing tall as the river flowed against him. I paused and stared because I just love this photo and this horse. He exudes strength and power. When you witness him standing in the river like this, there is a sense that he owns the Salt River. Yet, I’ve never seen him behave in a vicious manner. I have never had the privilege of watching him defend his place along the Salt River but he bares a few scratches and scars that attest to the fact that he is not one to be trifled with on his own grounds. He is definitely a stallion who calls the shots in his world. His presence is so impressive that catching a glimpse of him takes your breath away.

On this particular morning, when he glanced my way and paused while I took as many shots as I could in the moment, I was stunned. I still recall the feeling when he looked directly at me. Some may think that I felt wonder or amazement but the strongest emotion that arises from the encounter is gratitude. This beauty did not have to stop and acknowledge my presence with a glance. His is, clearly, the master of his domain. Yet, he did. I am grateful that he glanced my way because The Red Roan is the manifestation of what it means to be wild, free and in full control of ones destiny.

I am also jealous of him.
Be brave.
Jamie Christine