And somehow at the end of it, all I had to show for it was a bruised middle finger.
Kind of emblematic of how the whole week went, I suppose.
(I wasn’t doing anything untoward with the finger, it was just me being clumsy and injuring myself in my usual unique ways. The lack of nachos hurt more, to be honest.)
I ended up buying myself a pony a couple of days ago in hopes of assuaging the whole darn week away. He’s not out of the box yet because that’s another story we don’t want to get into today:
(Sigh. The current state of my office is largely not my fault, but again, this is not a story we want to get into.)
However, his most important feature was also his most obvious: he was available.
Collecting isn’t always about what you want, but what is accessible. You can’t collect things you can’t get your hands on.
Sure, I’d love to own more Glossy Prize models, or some of those Walmart Exclusive Stablemates, or more Woodgrains, or any vintage Decorators. But barring lucky finds these are all fairly unlikely, at least in the near future.
Weeks like this remind me that I need to stop stressing myself out over items I can’t get in the first place. If they happen, they happen. If they don’t, there are other horses in the pasture.
Rocky was almost immediately available, and when and where I needed him.
To paraphrase a few well-known songs, if you can’t buy the horses you want, buy the horses you need.
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