This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy was all jacked up and had to have surgery which leaves me in the Frankenboot for 4 lousy weeks and now I’m mad at the world.
This little piggy cried wah wah wah all the way home.
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| One of these things is not like the other . . . Actually, several things are broken but we'll start with the toes. |
Day one I was already bored. Day three and I’m gouging my eyes out with a dull spork. I know it could be worse and I know there are people with much bigger woes out there than me (especially in CT), so I’m dishing out a big helping of Suck It Up and use this time to reflect on the change I wish to become:
#1 – Let go of the stupid left rein. Period.
Just one more pull is not going to fix anything.
#2 – More seat, more seat, more seat. Less hand, less hand, less hand.
#3 – Patience, grasshopper. Change takes time.
The lotus must start from the seed and take the sun and moon each in turn while looking to the sky for delicate drops of nature’s tears . . .
blah blah blah
#4 – Oh yeah, stop looking at anything larger than 3’7” like its only purpose in life is to squash me like a gnat. Seriously, that’s, like, a warm-up fence for the jumper people and most horses can do it from a trot.
Is it 4 weeks yet?
Blog by Jennifer Shattuck @ http://buildingthegrove.blogspot.com
