I go through these phases in my riding where I am absolutely terrified about going out on the trails. I've just been a big wimp in general lately and have avoided almost all of the areas that might lead to a spook or a bolt, but it's definitely been more noticeable that the woods eek me out.
|He's so happy.|
|You can see the loose hotwire on the fence.|
So I know that my horse wants to go gallivanting back there. I've spent the past year or so living at a higher anxiety level (because the hits keep coming, let's brace for the next one), which easily translates into my riding and then into my spooky old man's brain. After he snorted at a completely random construction machine hidden in the woods (wtf, people?) and continued wide-eyed looking around for more monsters, I realized that I might need a little pharmaceutical help (better living through chemistry, to quote Lindsey) to taper down this growing anxiety. You know, before it becomes a thing.
|When the pendulum swings, I love it so much as to have it tattooed on my body.|