I learned something yesterday.
1. Sometimes, it’s better to fall off the horse than to stay on the horse.
2. Sometimes, it’s better to not get back on the horse.
Mm, yep. We went horseback riding yesterday, and it was raining. Like. Pouring. Which was lovely for those who hate heat (me! me!) but not so lovely on the trail. Towards the end of the ride, my horse was slipping and losing her footing. And it came to a point where I legitimately thought she was going to completely fall over. So two thoughts are going through my head: either stay on the horse and go down with her and end up with a 2,000 pound animal laying on top of me, or allow myself to slide off the horse and hopefully give her the best possible chance of remaining on her feet. So, I decided to fall. I’m fine, just sore. Like, the entire right side of my body is sore. But! No injuries. So it’s all good. I decided to walk the rest of the way, which was good because the poor baby was slipping the whole way back.
Oh, you want to know what I wore to mass?
Nothing really special. Everything is too old to link to it. I was more excited to show off my muddied outfit from my brush with death.
eventually linking up with fine linen and purple!