And, as my mind wanders into all the wonderful things I would do with my winnings, it hits me... If I got one dollar for every time someone asks me why I still take lessons or mentions that I should know how to ride by now, I would already have all those wonderful things..
|Shanti and the Happy Young Professional|
Tonight, almost 12 hours after I stepped up onto the mounting block in an indoor warmed to a blistering 10 degrees (fahrenheit), I am still wrapped in the euphoria of a lesson well done.
Can I get that feeling on my own? Without recreational objects to ingest?
If we are talking about riding... um... I confess, sometimes. Yeah, that's right! Sometimes I hop off my pony and I think, "That was fabulous!" And sometimes I revel in all those moments that felt spectacular and celebrate the things we did to get there.
The key word here is sometimes. And, here is a god-honest confession, a good portion of my rides are done with a head full of self-doubt, a mind just a bit impatient for results, and an ego that still thinks that someone else would be doing a better job.
|Sugar and I (Photo used with permission)|
|Two Girls Dreamin|
And, Shanti... wow. She is young, appropriately green for her age, with move movement, suppleness and enthusiasm with just a hint of... "If that's all you want, fine by me!"
Lessons remind me that I do know how to ride, they break the over-thinking log jam in my brain and they inspire me to do more.
Yeah, I still take lessons!