Yesterday I helped my husband move cows for a neighbor of ours that is out town and Rance is feeding for them while they are gone. I practically grew up in the saddle, but lately have not rode very much. When I have it has been slow going and holding on to the lead rope of another horse that one of my children is riding. My Mom watched the kids so I could ride yesterday, just me and my horse.
I have to admit to being a little apprehensive. I have never rode Patrick on any rides that were just him and I. I haven't rode much in the last 6 years since I got pregnant with my first kid. I work in an operating room where I see a lot of broken bones from people getting bucked off their horses. My brother last spring was in a bad horse accident and broke both wrists and was pretty lucky that was all that broke.
My husband was not quite getting why I was having trouble committing to riding. Finally I decided I had to do it. I couldn't let myself be afraid of something I used to really enjoy. I saddled up. I have to admit the first hour or so I felt pretty tense and out of rhythm with my horse, but then little by little I relaxed and found myself enjoying the ride.
I even managed to snap a few pictures of my view from the saddle with my phone.
I would like to think the rest of the world is like me and has nothing but the best of intentions for others. The truth is though that there is evil out there. Bad things happen. The choice then is do we let it keep us home and on the sideline.
I carry pepper spray now when I run and pay a little more attention to my surroundings when I run, but I will not let fear keep me away from enjoying the things in life that I love to do.