Star Struck and what was I thinking?
Star Struck was amazing! I was totally blown away at the talent and professionalism of those kids. I can’t get over the confidence and enthusiasm they have.
This morning I decided to do something I haven’t done for over a decade. I thought "it’s the first day of spring, the weather is gorgeous, let’s do something outdoorsy". With that, I arranged a trail ride for Mollie and I. What the hell was I thinking? It started off well, with me mounting (get your mind out of the gutter) an elderly gentleman called Wilbur. The trail leader assured us we would be maintaining a gentle walk. NO trotting, and certainly no cantering. No problem! Towards the end of the hour, I was beginning to relax and enjoy my surroundings when all of a sudden the frigging horse decided to bolt! Now, keep in mind that I haven’t ridden a horse for about 14 years, and the fact that I probably weigh about twice as much as I did then, and you begin to get the picture. I held on for a few paces, screaming "Whoah!" to no avail. Just when I thought it was all good, the frigging saddle slipped, and over I went. "Thump!" I thought I would never walk again. Mollie was screaming, I could picture her horse bolting, or else being trampled to death by poor old Wilbur, who had NO idea what was going on!
After a while, I realised that I could breathe. After a few breaths, I realised I could also move, albeit painfully and slowly. Mollie’s horse came over to see if I was OK, and dribbled on my glasses! That was it, I cracked up laughing. There was no need for the Westpac Rescue Helicopter, nor even the need for a trip to the emergency room. Thank you God. I am extremely stiff and sore, although I’ve had a good soak in the tub. Most importantly, I’ve finally come to grips with the fact that I am no longer a young woman. At 32 years of age, any attempt at youthful exuberance or activity is fruitless. Such is life.
