Sunday was the very first jumping lesson that seemed normal since the "Lost Season of 2011". Normal really is an overstated term... You see, I did not have a panic attack, I did not have an emotional break down and I did not cry. I began the lesson with a sense of eagerness which turned into fun. The jumps were just 2'3". Without the worry of height, I could focus on all those pieces that when put together nicely, allow for rythm and flow with power and grace.
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And the trainer fixing my head/heart is working one issue at a time... and I can see faintly that rythmic gallop and cross country run that makes all of this worth it... worth every tear, every penny... it's all good!