After weeks of drilling him on groundwork, and riding in the corral, we had long ago graduated to riding in the "big" field to the east. But you can only go around a field so many times before new horizons beckon. Was he ready? Was I? I wasn't sure, but the field was shrinking with every ride, and so I donned my helmet and my blaze-orange jacket (in case some avid hunter might think we were edible), and Honor and I ventured forth, along with my twelve-year-old daughter on Journey.
Honor, Journey, and Abigail |
I doubt I am the only one.
So why would we limit ourselves like that? My theory is that, more often than not, we're afraid to fail. Therefore, we over-prepare and sometimes just never quite step forward, because we're so attached to safety.
I know there are individuals for whom the adrenaline rush that accompanies a good scare is worth the trauma. Not me. I love feeling safe. But the question I have to face, not just in horse riding, but also concerning endeavors in my areas of passion and in relationships with people, is whether a life without risk is worth the price. Is a stale existance, defined by the effort to avoid fear, really how I want to live my life?
Further up and further in! |
Onward and upward indeed. The horizon beckons with winning force and we must follow! Wonderful post, mother dear.
ReplyDeleteWhy did I just now SEE this blog?!?!? I thought I had read them all! But I know why. I needed it SO very much THIS morning. Thanks, Leslie...again and again!
ReplyDeleteThanks Debbie and Em. Your comments are an encouragement and help me feel that there is reason to continue sharing my thoughts. Happy journeying to us all!
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