10/21/2026
Being a beginner as an adult is a special kind of humbling🫠
Today, my riding instructor Maggie announced we were learning a new skill: JUMPING.
Naturally, I handled this with grace and emotional maturity…
JK, I threw a legit fit 🫣😂
Maggie promised it would be painless, but I’d already envisioned Fury launching us over an Olympic-sized obstacle while an ambulance waited to cart me off with broken bones and a shattered ego.
And then we jumped.
And it was…fine. Embarrassingly fine😅😑
The irony of being a therapist who helps people challenge catastrophic thinking while simultaneously directing a medical drama in my own head is not lost on me.
But that’s the thing about being a beginner. It’s uncomfortable, humbling, and requires us to tolerate uncertainty rather than avoid it.
Sometimes the story we create about an experience is far scarier than the experience itself.
You don’t have to be good at something for it to be good for you.
And sometimes the biggest obstacle isn’t the jump. It’s the one you’ve constructed in your head 🐎