Yesterday was a post-concussion syndrome kind of day. How it started:
- Forgot the carrots for the horse in the house, along with my mom’s spare keys
- Went inside to get the carrots, but dropped my purse with keys inside it at the door
- Went outside to car, but discovered it was locked, I didn’t have the keys, my purse was inside. I put the carrots and my mom’s keys down on the porch and went to a neighbor’s asking for my spare key.
- Was able to get my purse, lock the house, got in the car and reverse out of driveway only to realize I left the horse’s carrots and my mom’s keys on the porch.
While at the stables, my brain not working correctly, said something negative about another horse owner. Granted everyone has something to negative to say about this person. But, my issue was I had no filter when I spoke, calling the person “a piece of work.”
I felt—and still feel—terrible for having said what I did. (1/2)