|Used with pernission|
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
I jumped today. That in itself is not post worthy. What is? I wanted to quit. It wasn't necessarily the pain from the injury and the disappointment of the season that never was. It was truly the loss of innocence. The belief that when you leave the farm, you come back home (Eventing Rule #1 - Leave together and come back together.) That even though "No one cares on Monday" (Eventing Rule #4), you get to tell your story to the disinterested on Monday.
I wanted to quit! I didn't want to take any chances. I wanted to keep our little world safe and secure. And yet, that thought was choking me. I could not quit and I could not get started. And my pain was of the emotional kind... and no amount of Advil was going to take it away...
Getting started was about admitting to someone that I was scared to get back into the game and then asking for help. And I got it. Did I mention that I jumped today! Did I mention that my heart is so happy that I feel it bursting (or is that my healing ribs calling for more Advil?).
Sugar and I have more crappy dressage scores than I want to admit. Oh, we are both quite capable of rocking the test, yet, through a whole plethora of issues, we manage to disappoint. So, success for us can not be measured in ribbons. For me? Today we rode Rolex. Just today, we rode Rolex clean... Because today, I wanted to quit and showed up anyway!
Watch out Area 1... We're Back!
Sugar expressing a Happy Heart
(or just expressing her ability to threaten
the Lil' G-Pirate)