Crazy Horse

Today on my walk I saw something that sparked an inner light bulb to glow.

It was this…

Did you ever ride one of these as a kid?

My horse was faded and the springs were very loose from the many rides my three older sisters took over the years prior to my arrival.

When I would go for a ride I experienced a very specific combination of feelings.

It was a little bit scary for me…a little risky because I wasn’t in control. It felt like at any given moment I could fall off because it was pretty shaky. The reckless topsy-turvy feeling made me a little nervous but I always enjoyed it. I wanted the adventure.

Kids have a way of identifying the fear and trying it anyway. Everything is new to them, so overcoming fear is a natural part of their everyday lives.

How is it that when we grow past four feet tall fear also seems to grow and the pro’s of the adventure don’t seem worth the risks involved?

As grown-ups struggling with Adultitis, we “need” comfort.

Everyone talks about the comfort zone– about stepping out, but I don’t see very many people actually doing it. I don’t think it’s a “zone” that you step beyond. I think it’s a wild and crazy horse ride. You have to jump on, embrace the adventure, accept the fear and keep riding.

We all think that we need to stay in control. Well, the fact is that we are not in control. We will never be. The sooner we figure that out the better we can give our lives to the bigger cause, to surrender to who we were meant to be…not to who we think we should be or who society tells us we should be.

We all need an adventure. We were made for more than this. I know I was. I know we all are.

Seeing that horse inspires me to embrace that childlike courage that I’ve left behind. I want to jump on my crazy horse…yes the one that is rusty and unwieldy.

Giddee up horsie!
[tags]horses, comfort zone, childhood, adventures, risk, courage[/tags]