By nature, horses are unpredictable. Even so-called "bomb proof" horses have those moments where something spooks them, and you find yourself clinging to a galloping neck down a beach, hoping your horse doesn't jump the metal barrier onto a highway (see my 10th birthday for an example). When I was a beginner, I wanted stability. I barely had any riding muscles, and I hadn't been riding long enough to know all the things that can happen when you enter into a riding relationship with a horse. As I got older, and braver, I had a lot more experience, and craved those green horses, unpredictability, and the thrill of seeing what could happen taking a novice horse over a jump that was way too big. I rode consistently through college, and never imagined it wouldn't be a focus of my life, never mind that I would take any "time off." But, adulting happens, and something I once spent every waking moment thinking about suddenly became a memory. I had a few y
We have to be humans for as long as we live. Inside our bodies. That's kind of a crazy idea when I sit and think about it. I have interests, hobbies, things I like to do, stuff I like to research, but above ALL of those things, I have to be a human. And do it with other people. Why would I NOT be an improvement junkie when for the rest of my life I have to make my crazy reality and everyone else's crazy reality come together and make sense and understand each other? This is the very short introduction to a series of posts I'm conceptualizing: #Sh*tIthinkAbout That should be the subtitle to this blog. Cara Writes sh*t she thinks about