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| Me in New Hampshire with proof that some streams really do have water in them. |
We had a bit of a theme song at our
last Gala for Triple-H . It was called
“The Great Adventure” by Steven Curtis Chapman.
It starts with the words “Saddle up your horses” which made it fit
pretty well for us and I had even done a cute little video with the song
guiding the pictures. It’s all about
facing the unknown, what’s ahead of you, putting faith in God to lead you to
where you need to be, where you need to go, and that life is an adventure. I’ve lived most of my life with the mentality
that life is a journey, one fraught with many adventures be they positive or
otherwise. Well, I’m on my next
adventure and so far it’s been positive, kind of.
Yesterday
was the first time I’ve been on a plane for somewhere around ten or twelve
years. It used to be a regular thing, and although I
fell right back into the old routine, I don’t miss it. Touring Chicago’s O’Hare airport did have
some interesting sights to it though and I took some pictures and videos for
Barbara Ann. Poor kid has never been to
an airport much less on a plane or even been outside of the state of
Texas. Adding to that, Barbara Ann has
some separation issues I had never experienced with Georgia and she wasn’t too
happy about my leaving. Barbara is being
strong though, my brave baby girl as she accepts my absence.
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| Chicago's O'Hare International Airport |
Anyway,
this adventure is another piece of my journey in the world of Equine Assisted
Activities and Therapies. I’m going for
my driving instructor certification through PATH Intl. It’s pretty exciting, although I got a bit
nervous when I first met folks this morning.
All these people had years of competitive driving experience and I began
to feel totally underqualified. I did
begin to feel a bit better though when I found out they were the people
presenting the workshop and certification.
I’m still feeling underqualified though with these people having such an
advantage over me, living in areas with an active driving community, or more precisely,
an active non-commercial driving community. Then again maybe its my old insecurities from
adolescence coming back to haunt me. Either way I’m a bit envious that they live in
an area where getting combined driving training doesn’t take a three hour drive
to get to the nearest instructor around or they’re financially in a position
where that doesn’t matter.
So
intimidated, I face this adventure much the same way I face any other daunting adventure,
head on. I go forward because that is
the only way to go even if my self-doubt is running high. I put on my brave face, the one that fools
people into believing I’m calm, cool, and collected, and then I’ll pretend that
I have every right to be here just like the other candidates. Who knows, maybe I do belong here and in the
end I’ll pull it off like so many people back home are sure I can and then another
fairy tale dreams will come true. God please
help me… and yes, that’s a prayer.
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