And, I'm not really sure that going on about my confidence issues or the little PTSD moments that find a way to surface or acknowledging the demons that still live in my brain are even remotely interesting anymore. You see, even I grew tired of their presence...
So, no apology.. just a picture...
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I was galloping cross country on a horse who sees the world as a curious place. Her body held eager anticipation of fun and of the joy of jumping da jumps.
There was no fear, nor were her ears on high alert for danger. She was happy to be outside on a beautiful day and looking for the jumps.
I started the course with tense anticipation, worried about whether I could balance her or if she would jump me out of the tack in a green moment and I wondered what I would do if she stopped. I worried out of habit. For ten years, I had to have my honey badger grrrrr going on to convince Sug that cross country schooling was fun and that the zombie apocalypse would not happen over a jump.
That smile says it all. The door has opened wide and I can't wait to gallop through!
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I believe there will be a schooling horse trial in October on my radar... Yeah, I think that would be good!