Till the cows come home

So, I am down to 17 more days until I'm off to Western. Thank the Lord. I want to have a more healthy life style, so I've started a new regiment that I can continue once I'm at school. I go for a walk or a jog everyday, get some fruit, do as many push-ups as possible, do at least two sets of 50 crunches, and end the day with a bible reading. Last night, I was just thumbing through wishing I had a quote for the beginning of my book, relating to journeys, and opened up to Jeremiah 31:21, "Set up the road markers for yourself, make yourself signposts; consider well the highway, the road by which you went." If I understand that correctly, it means that the only way to truly have a good future is plan for it now, and make those plans using the wisdom you've accumulated so far. Well if anyone one would understand that, it would be me. Me who was the biggest nutcase in high school, making one mistake after another, and even post high school I'm no Mother Theresa. This is really the time to, as my mother would say, "Get my ducks in a row." I've got enough time to turn things around, and while not many people are on my side at this point, I at least have God, and the cows. Ya I said it, cows. We have a whole acre of land that we don't use, so the ranch next door puts their cows and horses in there periodically. Lately, every time I walk by, all the cows follow me until they reach the fence and I keep walking. I don't know why they are drawn to me. Perhaps I need to work out more, so they don't think of me as their leader. They are on lone for roping season, then they go back to their real home in late fall. Hopefully when the cows do come home, it won't be because they are following me.