So here’s the thing: at some point, you have to decide exactly what it is you think you’re doing with this really great horse that basically wandered into your life when you neither expected, nor even particularly, wanted it.
And here’s another thing: you have a serious amount of emotional baggage regarding horse-ownership that drags along behind you and rears its ugly head every time an obstacle arises.
Because, who are you to: a) believe you deserve to own a horse b) imagine that it’s even remotely financially responsible to own a horse c) believe you should take time away from your family to ride aforementioned horse and d) given all of the previous, further the entanglement by actually having goals for yourself and this horse.
Naturally, when I say ‘you’, I actually mean ‘me’ – because, obviously.
So this is where it all begins. A line in the sand. The point where I entertain the notion that the pair of us — a couple of ex-racetrackers who mostly just know how to go fast and turn left — transform ourselves into a semblance of something that might actually consider showing, some day…far away…maybe….
See? Still not ready to commit to that. (see above).
But we’re getting there.