My foot is shaking as I put it in the stirrup. I take a breath and tell myself not to be so stupid. I’m perfectly capable of doing this and he’s not exactly a wild pony. But sometimes I simply think too much. What if he spooks? What if he bucks? What if, what if, what if. I change my self talk: what if I just get on and ask Panache to walk a few circles around this little area here and get off again?
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