Yesterday my colt bucked me off. First time I’ve been bucked off in a very long time, and the moment I hit the ground I just started laughing. Today, I’m a little sore- so I’m not laughing as much, but the humor helps!
I have two colts I’m riding, the first one I expected to get bucked off and she was really good! I was impressed, but then came my paint. I’ve rode him a lot lately, and he’s been a dream. A few quirks but nothing unmanageable. He has around 70 rides on him, and I thought he was coming along nicely! (Still a great ride, I’m not even mad)
Our time started out great. He all but tied his own halter on, stood like a trooper and is even taking his bridle like a broke ranch horse, just a dream. (We’ve been working on this specifically since I got him back in December)
I swing up on him and he’s just solid as can be. Not one single inclination that he was going to buck. We walk maybe 20 steps and go down into a little dry creek area, and he just blows.
Here I am, envisioning myself looking like Billy Etbauer and in reality I lasted about three seconds before I ate dirt. Thankfully I reverted back to my childhood instincts and got the good ole “tuck and roll” method down, and sat there as I watched my paint bucking for a good 30 seconds after he launched me, and then soon after watched him high tail it across the prairie.
All I could do was laugh.
Laugh because this was the joy of riding colts! Before leaving West Virginia, I had a meditation where I saw my paint horse leading me down the next path of my journey. Of course I was like, ya okay whatever, dunno how he’s going to do that but okay.
Although I’m sore today, my meditation was correct. My paint horse would be what led me to the next part of my journey, because in that little rodeo- The part of my soul that was left behind the day I broke my back came back to me. And the irony- I was only a few feet away from where it all happened… (Completion of a cycle? dunno, I have a weird sense of humor)
The time to embark on our journeys is here. This “bad thing” has presented an opportunity for me to truly address the anxiety and trauma I buried when I broke my back.
It is the time for us to fearlessly chart our maps, discover our path and blaze forward. We will be led true, even when it feels as though we are getting the short end of the stick and life isn’t being “fair”. I had to step outside my boundaries. I had to step outside of the fear of breaking my back again and the anxiety of dealing with the pain that comes with that. It’s time for us to all step outside our comfort zones in various areas of our lives and redefine our limitations, boundaries and ourselves.
I had to get bucked off again, to show myself that 1, I can’t let the fear of getting hurt keep me from enjoying riding my colts, 2, the ground isn’t as hard as I remember and 3, it keeps me humble!