When you fall down, you get back on that horse as soon as you possibly can.
This has been pounded into me. Whenever I have fallen, so long as I wasn't heading to the hospital (and I've had a few of those ones too) I was getting back on that horse right away. It is a lesson of perseverance, of courage, of not backing down, and of pushing through any initial fear that the fall may grow. Because the longer you stay off that horse, the more that little seed of fear grows. And before you know it you're terrified to get back on that horse.
I haven't been feeling well the past couple weeks and it's had me a little bummed out. I know I shouldn't let it get me down, but I've felt my poor little heart sagging. I had my little life lesson dawn on me just this past weekend though. And I must not let myself get me down. Because that's what happens. Maybe it's a hormonal thing but I let myself start digging a hole and before I know it I'm wallowing in tears on the bathroom floor. What can I say, I'm a far too emotional person and I suffer from a leaky face. And having been under the weather with my poor little sagging heart the past couple weeks has definitely brought that up. But that time has run its course. I must get back on the horse. And get over it.
So I'm getting back on the horse. And I'm getting over it.
And I dont' know why
But with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless
Photo taken Summer 2009 by Gabriela Husch
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