When I fell off of my pony, I moved onto an older and larger 'bombproof' horse. He never put a foot wrong, but I was terrified to even lead him through the paddock! Some my friends would tell me to sing, and this calmed me down. I also completely stopped worrying and focused on something that...
My boy is 27, and he gets the royal treatment when going to shows, but when we're just plodding at home, I don't usually bother about brushing! Just as long as his tail is clean of prickles and his feet have been cleaned out, I am happy to ride :)