I fell off the horse yesterday. Literally. My old guy spooked, spun, and there I was: smack on the ground in the middle of a field. It wasn’t expected and it hurt—both physically and emotionally.

What did I do? Well, I did what you have to do in that situation. I dusted off, gathered myself, looked my horse in the eye and got back on. I felt a little smaller, more humble, and definitely more vulnerable. But there was no choice—either for him or for me—we had to get back to work, make things right, and find a way to move on.

Falling off happens, even when you’re an experienced........

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