It’s About Letting Go

I’m having a hard time getting excited about football season…
…without Colt McCoy.
Yeah, I know this is not a sports blog. But the Texas Longhorns without Colt McCoy is kinda like chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips.
And it’s kinda hard to get excited about his replacement. So hard to get excited that I’m not even gonna look up his name. His first and last names start with a G and he stunk in that nightmare game against BAMA. Yeah, I know. Even though I still have a “Oh, no! Colt’s injured!” hangover from that National Championship game with the TIDE in January…
I have to let it go.
That’s what this post is about. Letting go of the dreams that we had that Colt McCoy was going to get the Texas Longhorns the National Championship. Because he gone to the NFL now…
So good luck, Colt. Godspeed.
I’ve had to let go of a lot of things this summer.
I got divorced.

When the Artist & I got married
I let go of a fifteen year marriage.
That was letting go of many dreams that the Artist and I shared, many things we thought would happen but didn’t.
I wish him well, and hope that we will nurture a friendship as we continue to raise our four precious children together.
Those of you who know me know that this summer we have had to say good-bye to not only our beloved LGD Rusty, but also our two house dogs, Rex and Riley, our collie and our beagle. It has really been a time for letting go of those we love around here. Maybe that’s why I want to hold on so tightly to Colt.
The alpaca, that is.
Last week I sold our beloved alpaca Colt McCoy. However, I haven’t been able to bring myself to mark him as SOLD on the list.
I’m having trouble letting him go.
It was like I needed to see if the Longhorns could win a game without his namesake (superstitious craziness)….
or I needed to just wait a little longer…I dunno.
We really will hate to see Colt go. I told my oldest, “He’s the REAL McCoy.” Who wouldn’t like to see a field of alpacas who look like Colt? If I had that, then I could probably retire. Luckily, I was smart enough to retain some breedings to the little stinker.
So, my precious new friend Lynn, of Little Creek Farm, I swear I will tell people all about how you bought Colt (and Brady of the fab fiber). I may just need another minute.
Or two.
To let go…
Related Posts:
Meet Colt McCoy (baby pictures)
When Bad Things Happen To Good Show Alpacas or Why You Won’t See Me At An Alpaca Show This Fall






































My next post on Alpaca Farm Girl will profile two of Mayu’s Peruvian artisans. And, stay tuned for a special giveaway this Fall, just for Alpaca Farm Girl’s readers!
“Tumbleweed” from Humming Star Alpacas
Little did they know that the ribbon would weave a home, safe from winds and storms and give a family a chance to soar. As I held this tiny little nest in my hands, I then looked into the nest, and there inside the nest was a thickly felted layer of alpaca fleece! Soft, and felted to perfection! I imagined how the nest was at first lined with fluffy fiber which swaddled the tiny eggs, and kept the little bird warm while she warmed her eggs. Then as the eggs hatched and the tiny little bird feet started to pitter and patter when mama brought them their food, they felted the nest! Teeny, tiny baby bird feet felting away!! This little nest had been a wonderful home, protected them from harm and kept them warm and safe till they were ready to fly.









