For most of us, falling off a bicycle is no big deal. As long as we were capable of riding the bicycle well in the first place, it is simply a matter of putting our rumps on the seat and our feet on the pedals. The balancing act becomes second nature. The fall from a bicycle is not a terrible fall, the distance to the ground is relatively short, the bruises minor.
Falling off a horse is considerably more debilitating. Horses are taller than bicycles. Horses are more skittish and they sense our fear, making them even more difficult to remount after a terrible fall.
I never felt uneasy getting back on a bicycle, even after I was hit by a car on one. Though I have ridden horses, I don’t know if I would be easily persuaded to go back in the saddle after a fall. Were I able to overcome my fear, I would definitely require a saddle rather than try to ride bareback.
Please allow me to use the analogy of blogging as riding a horse.
I was doing fairly well in my navigating the pathways on through the open fields and forests and rivers on my dear horse (thecreationofmaneetrautz) on my trusty saddle. However, I think there was a time I tried to go bareback. I had it in my mind that I was going to be exceptional at it and make the world of a difference. I tried to enter a steeple chase as a beginner.
The competition was overwhelming. I felt inferior. I fell during one of the jumps and I was unable to brush off the grass and dirt quickly enough to catch up with the other horses. I led the horse back into the barn and left it alone.
I am a substitute teacher. Walking into a classroom after a summer off is as simple as riding a bicycle. I had no trouble with it. In fact, I absolutely love my job. I have no fear of incompetence when I prepare my lunch each morning, don my badge, and walk out the door.
Writing, is an insurmountable steed.
Yet, I must write. I must mount that horse again. I may need a steady hand to offer me support, as well as a step ladder, but I will mount that horse again. Of course, I will use a saddle.
You, my dear readers, the members of my writer’s group, as well as my new Toastmaster’s friends, are all my support. My saddle is a healthy recognition that I can’t be a huge success in the blink of an eye, it takes practice and persistence. I also have to be more realistic in what defines success.
For now, my success is in doing. As long as I write, I am successful.
So, for now, the pathways I am going ride upon my horse will be gentle and well worn. There will be times that I lead, and others when I let the horse lead, Either way, as long as we are at ease with each other, the journey will be sweet.
I will not be trying to inspire and change the world with lofty thoughts. That pompous track was daunting. Instead, I will simply try to inspire by sharing more of myself. I don’t know why I was afraid to write about the person behind the pen name. I would think an author is more enjoyable if we knew more about the person as a human.
Last spring, my human and I went to the horse races. I was going to write something great about it, but I never did. Some day, I might write about my experiences with horse races, but for today, I would like to share pictures I took.
It was a beautiful day for a race.The food was phenomenal, Maryland seafood in all its glory. The beverage of choice was a Black-eyed Susan, which tasted wonderful and definitely added to the happiness of the day.I don’t know much about how people dress when attending the horse races across the country, but I did know hats were a dominant factor for this particular event. I was fortunate enough to have many willing, lovely ladies whom I did not know, willing to model their beautiful hats. All were aware I would post them.
The most striking picture was one I didn’t even realize would be so relevant in the post I would write about this event. I understood the importance of the vehicle for the event, but I had never seen anything like it before, and I had to capture it in a picture.
Notice the two ambulances. They don’t look out of place in a fairgrounds where many visitors are expected.
This ambulance is definitely a one-of-a-kind. I have never seen one before, but I am certain it is a welcome sight for many a horse.
I think both my horse and I needed some attending these last few months. Fortunately, we are healing, and back in the saddle.