Only The Rock Remains

All I have left is my rock as evidence that I once rode horses. And of course the photos and videos. I came to the conclusion that the time, effort, and risks I would have to take to learn to ride and not be afraid of horses was more than I could give. The benefits didn't out weigh the effort. I am very sad and have cried several times about it. It is not that I was so close to my horses it was that I really wanted to ride and I just couldn't do it. It is not a very good feeling when you find your limitations.

I sold Snickers back to the guy I bought him from and I'm selling Drumstick and the two saddles, blankets, and tack I have. I still feel sad and upset that I couldn't make riding horses a reality, but there are other things more important to me in life than the horses and I made the choice to do those things.

I will save the rock. The rock I held in my left hand to keep me from holding on to the reins or the saddle horn while riding.