{"id":1165,"date":"2016-08-10T05:50:17","date_gmt":"2016-08-10T05:50:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mertensdvm.wpcomstaging.com\/?p=15"},"modified":"2016-08-10T05:50:17","modified_gmt":"2016-08-10T05:50:17","slug":"good-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/?p=1165","title":{"rendered":"Good Grief!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Oh Good Lord,&nbsp; I just spent over 30 minutes trying to figure out simply how to get onto my WordPress account and start writing a new blog post.&nbsp; This seems to fit right in with my recent observation about self: &#8220;Self, you rarely allow yourself to get to the fun parts.&nbsp; You&#8217;re good at tackling all the annoying prep-work.&nbsp; And then you&#8217;re exhausted by the time it&#8217;s ready to play.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this case, I&#8217;ve just wrestled through the prep-work of actually getting to creating the post, and now, damnitall: I AM GOING TO WRITE A POST!!!&nbsp; The best time to start changing a habit is NOW.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I ventured back on here because I still have this dream of creating writing about my journey with my horse.&nbsp; I know, snooze.&nbsp; Another horse crazy girl talking about her crazy horse.&nbsp; But my horse-crazy seems to be a useful analogy for my exploration of the human experience.&nbsp; And who couldn&#8217;t use a little more elucidation or support along this crazy human journey.&nbsp; So, with a lot of crazy&#8217;s all together (crazy girl, crazy horse, crazy journey) let&#8217;s begin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Luna and I are currently riding at a place of I-don&#8217;t-think-I-can-canter.&nbsp; Consciously, I believe that it is she who doesn&#8217;t think she can canter.&nbsp; (She&#8217;s an ex-race horse.&nbsp; She throws herself on her forehand.&nbsp; She runs flat, she bucks when we try to transition from trot to canter.)&nbsp; But I noticed when I was explaining Luna&#8217;s ambivalence to a friend, earlier this evening, that maybe, subconsciously, it is actually ME who doesn&#8217;t think she can canter, and so maybe Luna just needs me to believe in her more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This hardly seems possible.&nbsp; Believe in her more?&nbsp; I have encouraged myself to believe in her from the start.&nbsp; From when I adopted her as a lame, wounded 3 year old.&nbsp; From when I watched her run around falling on turns in the pasture.&nbsp; From when I found myself critical of some perceived imperfection; from the beginning, I have told myself, &#8220;She is perfect just how she is.&nbsp; Accept; embrace.&nbsp; Make her the best she can be.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But one reason I think a personal belief deficit may be relevant is that today, as I struggled through yet another day of bucking trot-canter transitions, I experimented with just THINKING &#8220;canter&#8221; instead of actually making a physical change.&nbsp; And it worked!&nbsp; I wouldn&#8217;t say we&nbsp; arrived at a consistently repeatable result, but there honestly to goodnestly really was a transition or two which transpired merely because my conscious act was, &#8220;Think canter. Allow.&#8221;&nbsp; And she stepped into it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hence Luna is an illustrative window into the workings of the human experience.&nbsp; Is it not supremely human to observe the limitations of others, while being relatively blind to our own?&nbsp; Have we not so often heard, &#8220;If you find yourself making a criticism, look in the mirror.&#8221;?&nbsp; Or, &#8220;Point the finger back at yourself.&#8221;?&nbsp; So, while I was trying to explain to someone how Luna seemed to have a hard time believing she could canter (like actually work from her hindquarters, balance herself, without bucking) I noticed that maybe it was I who was having the belief issue.&nbsp; How thoroughly human of me.&nbsp; Because when I cleared away the, &#8220;Make sure you ask this way&#8221; or &#8220;Put on so much leg that way&#8221; and just B E L I E V E D, we cantered.&nbsp; Very smoothly I might add.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For like a stride or two, you understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But the greatest dressage journey ever taken begins with a single stride.&nbsp; A wise equestrian scholar said this once, for reals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh Good Lord,&nbsp; I just spent over 30 minutes trying to figure out simply how to get onto my WordPress account and start writing a new blog post.&nbsp; This seems to fit right in with my recent observation about self: &#8220;Self, you rarely allow yourself to get to the fun parts.&nbsp; You&#8217;re good at tackling [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-luna"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1165","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1165"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1165\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mertensmammals.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}