I met my younger self for a ride this week...
Me and Murphy in 2009 ...she wasn't that impressed when I showed up on foot - I think she expected me to have about ten horses of my own by now. She must've been about 15, riding Murphy from the riding school. He was as odd looking and lazy as he always was, but I still felt rather loyal to him, and she clearly was too. I had to explain that I'd become much more focused on other people in the saddle than myself. That my biggest passion since becoming an adult was volunteering for the Riding for the Disabled Association. That it was a bit of a trade off, because time and money weren't never-ending, but that I was confident that coaching and being involved so closely in an RDA group was something important for me to be doing. I explained that it was more than "teaching disabled kids to ride horses", and that it didn't close the door for other opportunities just for me in the future. She was interested. She must've been, because she asked, predictably, a...
