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There's something that feels very right to me about being on the back of a horse. I really do think sometimes it's just something I was born to do, something I belong doing. I don't feel that way about theatre. I don't feel that way about music. I don't feel that way about dance. I don't feel that way about writing. I love those other activities, and everyone knows that I love theatre as much as I love riding--but there's something about it that feels almost transgressive. That I wasn't really "meant" to do it, even if I might be pretty good at it and want to make a living doing it. Does that make sense?
Just a thought.
Also, days like this really make me long for the lake district.
ALSO! Is there anybody that would be able to pick me up from Union Station or some metro station on Friday, August 1? I'm leaving my family vacation a couple of days early so I can gear up for my next big horse trial, but I have no way of actually getting to my house!
Just a thought.
Also, days like this really make me long for the lake district.
ALSO! Is there anybody that would be able to pick me up from Union Station or some metro station on Friday, August 1? I'm leaving my family vacation a couple of days early so I can gear up for my next big horse trial, but I have no way of actually getting to my house!