once the horse has thrown you
You need to get back on that horse.
Megan insisted. She didn’t have to push.
Though I felt like my lungs were pancakes and I was experiencing sensations that I’d never felt before, I was eager to get back upon Cody’s furry back.
After a few breaths I mounted Cody once more. Still shaking, I made my way trotting around the arena. Each bounce sent knives of pain of forking lightening through my soul. It felt great.
I didn’t know that something had to change. Perhaps Cody did. When he threw me. Or when I fell in the most absurd way - depending on who you talk with - my plans for the next six weeks went flying with me and were blown up with a resounding thud. The impact of this fall is going to have ramifications far beyond my immediate future.
I’m so damn glad that I fell of this horse.
The day before going to ride, I came up with topics and scraps of writing that would carry the foolsletter through to mid January. I needed to write ahead. I am shooting nine episodes of Behind The…
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