I'm hoping that it is the same for other people that are in the second half of their lives, as it is for me.....I think as we get older, we let go of those things that we thought meant so much in our younger years. It's the smaller and simpler things that mean the most. I've given up a lot of my control of things and perfectionism, and have found myself so much happier. I'm not worried about being the best or winning the most....just having fun and taking care of my horses the best way I can. Life is too short for sure. So, in giving up the things I can't control, I can smile and laugh now.
But I guess I got bitten by the horse bug and more than anything I wanted to learn as much as I could as fast as I can.
I will be honest: what I was seeing was an ever shrinking window of accomplishment - and I guess I felt my best shot at being the best I could be at this late date was to jump in, head first.
And I'm learning fast, and give myself credit for trying to do what I can to be as good as I can, but there's only so much I can do, can be at this stage of my life. I don't want to kill myself. I just want to be able to ride well and not be afraid of anything that comes my way. For example on that trail ride I spoke of (where I fell off) I also experienced my first jump after the fall. We had no choice but to go over a log. I set myself up as best I could with no knowledge but I was scared. We made it but it scared the heck out of me. And especially afterwards when I read how I should have set myself up. So I thought maybe I should take a jumping lesson or two, just to learn how.
Well now, after landing square on my keister from a pretty big horse going pretty fast - I'm rethinking these ideas of mine. Maybe I should take it slower.