Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: Alberta, Canada
It could be fear, and irrational fear at that. It took me a few years just tacking up the horse, then putting him away to get to the point where I'd actually mount up. If someone had "pushed" me at that time instead of letting me get to the next stage at my own pace, I would have dismounted, sold the horses and never ridden again rather than face that gut-wrenching, irrational fear.
But once I was ready to take the next step, then I rode the horse. Butterflies in my stomach, gripping the reins, hands shaking, then I got off. At least your grandmother is riding around a field. I'm still working up to that.
Sometimes I wrestle with my demons. Sometimes we just snuggle.