I hope your day was extra-special. I miss being able to see you and my mind is taken back to four year ago when we shared special times at the start of our relationship at Berlin, MD, and Assateague. I remember you telling me that it was the best birthday you ever had. I wonder if you will be celebrating this weekend with someone new and have an new best birthday. If so, then I guess it will be and there is nothing that I can do to stop it from happening.
Earlier this year, I did a self-portrait of sorts of myself. I confess I am not a great sketch artist, but doing some art here and there does make me happy and sketching is the simplest way to work it in. My self-portrait was just a little cartoon really of depression and sadness. I didn't set out to do a self-portrait, but that's what came out. Of course, Marc Quinn takes self-portraits to another level with his sculpture that contains his actual
blood! How weird and different is that? You can read more here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/08/marc-quinn_n_1581132.html.
I've been hard at work marketing my writing and myself much more over the weeks since I last saw you. I figure if I cannot be part of the us that is you and me that I will make myself known to the world in addition to my work to make the world better than when I began my journey in it. It remains to be seen if I shall be successful, but I will not fail for lack of trying. When I check out, my only regret will be that you left me should you never come back.
I started a life-coach course. I figured that could prove to be interesting not only for helping others, but in assessing challenges and paths to take in my own life as well. I might well start a side business in that in addition to my horse work. The two could go hand in hand eventually, too, especially if I decide to do training work. Training horses is as much about training people as it is about training the horse.
Next week I have another free course starting up, too. This one is on data and statistical analysis. I've always had a fascination for how numbers have relevancy in life, so I imagine I will quite enjoy this course and find ways to use it.
You may scoff with logic at my mention of signs, but they keep coming up, and I am no longer choosing to be blind to the universe. I had your name come up in stories as diverse as back to school to the U.S. Open and your year of birth has been prominent in stories I read and yesterday on the radio I heard Beyond the
Sea. Remember your first Christmas gift to me? I counted 24 Kia's on Tuesday, 32 on Wednesday and 37 today.
I gave you your birthday gifts after the disaster at the distillery, but I continue to send you my love, a gift I will never stop sending your way, even should I never see you again. Pain will be part of my life every day we are
apart, but I will not bother you more than these letters and perhaps a few
emails and texts now and again. My question lingers on the wind and will also be
renewed each evening: Will you marry me?
Happy Birthday,
MNP