If At First You Don't Succeed...
Yeah, I know - yada, yada, yada.
Actualy, there is another way I have heard this saying with more of a country twist. I paraphrase - If you fall off the horse the first time you try to ride, you best get right back on it. Otherwise, you will never learn to ride and stay on.
I say this for two reasons. First, the first time I got up on a horse, the girl trying to teach me to ride actually pushed too hard to get me up and I went over the opposite side of the horse. I was 6 and was so terrorized to get up again. Since then, every time I have been on a horse the same terror takes over and the horse nearly always throws me off. I gave up trying to ride over 20 years ago.
However, I have a good friend here who is a horseman and has long been involved in the gay rodeo movement. Since I have lost weight and continue to get into better shape, I have been feeling more confident in my physical capabilities. So I talked to Joe and he has a greed to teach me to ride once I am at the size I feel I am ready to be on a horse. I have friends who tell me he will be the perfect teacher for me not only due to his patience but also his easy demeanor. My goal is to be riding without fear by my 50th birthday, just over a year and a half away.
However, the analogy also works for me in another specific realm - the chaos that has been my love life. Well, I have a date this Sunday. I am going to dinner and then the Turtle Creek Chorale holiday concert with a man I met a bit over a year ago. He and I have some mutual attraction to one another, but our timing has seemingly been all off as to doing anything more than the chance meeting one another out from time to time. However, I ran into him when I decided to darken the door of Cathedral of Hope for Advent services this past Sunday.
He is good friends with a long-time friend of mine as well and has a good reputation for being a decent and honest guy, I will hope the reports wind up to be true...
Actualy, there is another way I have heard this saying with more of a country twist. I paraphrase - If you fall off the horse the first time you try to ride, you best get right back on it. Otherwise, you will never learn to ride and stay on.
I say this for two reasons. First, the first time I got up on a horse, the girl trying to teach me to ride actually pushed too hard to get me up and I went over the opposite side of the horse. I was 6 and was so terrorized to get up again. Since then, every time I have been on a horse the same terror takes over and the horse nearly always throws me off. I gave up trying to ride over 20 years ago.
However, I have a good friend here who is a horseman and has long been involved in the gay rodeo movement. Since I have lost weight and continue to get into better shape, I have been feeling more confident in my physical capabilities. So I talked to Joe and he has a greed to teach me to ride once I am at the size I feel I am ready to be on a horse. I have friends who tell me he will be the perfect teacher for me not only due to his patience but also his easy demeanor. My goal is to be riding without fear by my 50th birthday, just over a year and a half away.
However, the analogy also works for me in another specific realm - the chaos that has been my love life. Well, I have a date this Sunday. I am going to dinner and then the Turtle Creek Chorale holiday concert with a man I met a bit over a year ago. He and I have some mutual attraction to one another, but our timing has seemingly been all off as to doing anything more than the chance meeting one another out from time to time. However, I ran into him when I decided to darken the door of Cathedral of Hope for Advent services this past Sunday.
He is good friends with a long-time friend of mine as well and has a good reputation for being a decent and honest guy, I will hope the reports wind up to be true...