Awareness of the outside world. Ancient Alabama, part three. AL.com: Stunning White Cliffs of Alabama hint at the forces that shaped the Black Belt, Pillion, Nov 12, 2021.
No lesson at Hunter Barn in the last two weeks. [That Moment When You Remember You Are On A School Horse]
The first week was a conflict with an interview.
The second week was Greg coming home to ride in the afternoon (Okay, I’ll give you that one) and conflict with blacksmith appointment.
I’m not that busy. Of the few things I do, everything seems to happen at the same time.
Hunter Barn says they would prefer a set slot each week. Time to pull socks up. Be predictable.
I can do a better job of arranging interviews. I tend to panic & agree to whatever they ask. (Yes, I’ve been doing this since 1989 and I still panic. Welcome to my world.)
About the blacksmith, I have no choice. Maybe big barns have some say in their appointment days & times. As a little barn with only two horses, I gotta be as amenable as possible. When they say, ‘Can I come tomorrow instead of today?’ I smile and nod. Yes, I have some control, if it were absolutely impossible. But I try not to go to that well too often, and only when it is really impossible.
Truth in advertising. I didn’t fight for the first week as hard as I might have. I let my anxiety get the better of me. Could this be a subtle warning sign from my subconscious? No. Not in this case. My nerves are not, currently, a useful basis for decision making. If I didn’t do things I dread, I’d never do anything at all. At least, not anything I cared about.
I’ve had times in my life when I felt bulletproof. These are not those times. While I’d like to blame the pandemic, I was not entirely froggy about ASB lessons in the pre-pandemic days. But I have wandered into the weeds. [Lessons, Theory Vs. Reality]
Lesson this week, horses and fate willing.
Stay safe. Stay sane.