On Again, Off Again
It feels like we keep almost getting started.
We almost got started with a full season of hunting, and then Dino got injured. Oh, and I bought a house.
He healed, I settled into my new home, and we almost got started with winter riding. Until we had absolutely terrible weather from January until, well, now. With no end in sight.
We almost got started taking weekly lessons again, but there seems to always be a scheduling conflict keeping my trainer and I from maintaining a regular time slot each week.
My farrier couldn't get out to put Dino's lost shoe back on until Tuesday evening, so there went four more days of lost riding just when the weather and the footing were starting to become moderately acceptable.
On again, off again.
It's discouraging, to be sure, and a part of me feels like I'll never get back to where we were at the end of last season - confident and fit and ready to take on the world.
But, I suppose, some seasons of life are just like that.