The truth is none of us live the Fabulous Facebooked lives we read about and post about. The shit hits the fan for most of us ,at one time or another, and sometimes more often than we like or feel we can deal with.
Monday this week I got some difficult news. At 9am. That was how the week started. No, nothing that meant my life was ending but a worry and, my least favorite thing, a spanner in the works of my life planning. I don’t consider myself to be a control freak but I do take reassurance in being able to plan ahead to some extent. So when that spanner hits the works of my plans, that makes me feel uneasy and anxious.
I felt glum. I felt worried. I felt stressed.
We’ve all been there. Haven’t we? It can be problems of health, work, children, finances, you name it. Worry. Stress. Anxiety. All of those little knots can start to twist us up.
What is my answer to it? First I went to the gym which did not help much as I was totally lacking in motivation and felt like I was tired and feeble.
Then I went to the barn. As soon as I got out of the car and saw Biasini in his paddock I could feel the first layer of angst and anxiety lift. I brought him in, groomed him and tacked up and in doing so another layer lifted. It was a very hot and humid day so I did not want to do too much work with Biasini. Luckily for me another rider at the barn was interested in going for a trail ride. So off we went. The final layer floated away into the forest trees. Up , Up and away.
My trail companion took a couple of photos of Biasini and me as we walked along. Biasini relaxes on the trails and drops his head down like a Western trail horse. For him it is a break from the dressage ring and going round in circles.
That dark weight that had been resting on me had lifted and as we walked along I thought how wonderful it is to have a horse and to be able to ride. My horse is better than drugs. He is the best therapy for me. He is, in fact, my therapist.
And as we walked along the trail I saw this little fellow hiding in a tree root.
Want a closer look?
I have no idea who put him there or why. But it gave my fellow rider and me a laugh.
All was well with the world. Nothing had really changed. I would still have to deal with the situation that had arrived at 9am that morning. But my attitude toward it had changed. Biasini had helped me with that change. And that , Dear Readers, is what really matters.
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