Don’t feel foolish. 
This year I have been asking myself why I still want to ride. DO I still want to ride? The past couple of months I have even been getting bold and mentioning to my horsey friends that I’m not sure I want to keep on. I am getting older, and I had not been on a horse in over a year, ever since the horse I loved was turned from a family horse into a lesson horse and then retired even from that. Friends’ horses, though I love them, were just not the same. My work situation, housing situation, and horseless condition were all combinining to make me think that if I moved to a different town or state, and found myself with no access to horses, I might just live like that.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, I got up on a friend’s new horse. A small green horse. I’ll call him “Sprout.”
Got up on him, and didn’t just sit there, in pain and terrified.
I rode him. True, we just walked around and jogged a few strides.
But.
I rode him.
Now I’m just praying I won’t have to move away and that I will be able to continue to drive out to his barn to ride him some more.
I’m hurting all over these days. Not just achy. Sore. Even yoga hurts.
But when I got up on Sprout (and even more, when I got off him), I had “heard” the answer to my question about continuing to ride.
Why do I want to continue?
Because I need it. I need it physically, and mentally, and emotionally, and spiritually. I lived without it for a quarter of a century, and if I have a quarter of a century left on earth, I want to spend it riding. I need to.
A peaceful holiday, Hunter Mom. :yes: