Have you ever felt like you were on the right path, went for it, then realized somewhere along the line you missed a turn?

That sense of dread when you know that turning around and going back will take hours… days… years? You maybe keep going a bit further. You’re tough, you can handle this rocky, steep, difficulty… smelly…. ugh. And then you finally pause and look up to the sky. Breathe. Listen. “It was meaningful. Use it. But turn around, I have something better.”
The voices of doubt, fear, and self-criticism tried clawing me back. But louder, and present for the first time in years was that other voice that used to hum in my ear and whisper encouragement and reassurance was back. Is back.
I hear Him more each time I get a step closer. Like a childhood game of “hotter and colder”. I again feel a fire of joy where for a time had been hot anger, and others just cold silence of defeat.
Today was one of those days where not only was I graced with the presence of strong, fiercely wise and loving horsewomen I have known for years but haven’t talked to often enough. Conversation flowed, eyes lit up, and I swear I could feel the horses listening in and vibrating with love for the wisdom, healing, and hope.
I’ve missed this. “This is the good stuff.” as horse trainer and guru Warwick Schiller might way.
This is the feeling of utter joy, elation, and confidence when you recognize the trail after searching for so long, and then taking that first step back onto the path you were divinely intended to be on.

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