The first fall after that last bad fall (you know the one... the one that really hurts, that lays you up for awhile, the one that makes you feel lost and vulnerable or the one that kind of scares you... yeah, that one) is a relief.
|Where we actually had little fear...|
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Yeah, you look normal (maybe a tad more verbal than others) and you appear to be doing normal things... Healed... fully and completely healed you say to the world. I'm back on track and ready to go... Yup...
But, lurking around in the deep corners of your mind is something different - not quite right. You can't force yourself to be better! A wise horsewoman told me, "you don't ever have to get over anything... you just keep putting one foot forward and one day... like forgetting to take Advil... it fades to nothing and without fanfare, you're better. It just comes"
The fall came from the last lingering injury... the fear of falling, the fear of getting hurt. I knew Sugar did not have the power from behind to jump well... And she had the spook factor building up for it was the end of a lesson and she was looking for excitement. I asked for more, four strides out, then, thought too much, and when I felt her moment of doubt, I did not ask and she did not give... The spook became a prop and the spin spun me off into the dirt onto the healing left side.
|And a star from "The Don"|
That first fall... after an injury... Relief! Real, real, relief... you see, I thought I was a Weeble but a FB Friend told me that they wobble... "The Don" told me that I was a Bumble... 'cause Bumble's bounce! And you know, she was right! I bounced and it's all good!