woo!

[rm]

So my riding instructor just called me, and wanted to say hi before we started on Sunday and asked me to get there twenty minutes early so she can give me some on the ground instruction first without taking time away from my being on the horse and we talked about getting me up to speed with some of her other beginning students so I could do semi-private or group lessons later so I could spend less money and keep up with it.

My nerves are so soothed.

I think... my theory of my weird ideas is proving out again. This idea was niggling around at me, for reasons most patently absurd, and then this crap happened with the show, and now here's this really challenging, scary thing for me to do that has a degree of personal meaning that soothes the ache... or something. I dunno. It feels like some good symmetry.

Relevant only in my mind, but something I've been meaning to write about -- about a week ago I mentioned in passing to my mother that I was working out, and she said, "why?" And it realy peeved me. Why bloody not? But it totally alarmed her. "You're a girl, you're thin, you don't need to do that." It occurs to me I have a family that does not live in their bodies, and have tried to get me to be quite the same, when, I'm not really like that at all -- just sorely out of practice and a bit behind. Bah. Also, I'm 31-years-old, think mom could stop being excited I have a figure, _finally_, soon? Blech.

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My mother's response to my gym membership was, "If you come home all buff I'm going to throw up." Because, um, physical strength is bad, or something?

Horses = good.