RuthM
Well-Known Member
Burnttoast - yep, I hear you! When I stopped I didn't have to deal with stopping thanks to my old gaffa. He gave me good advice, 'go have a break for a couple of months' coupled with the promise I could walk straight back into the yard at any time, stay or even come back after a year (5 might be pushing it - they're spicy horses!, although, if I wanted it enough...?). It was just a holiday but I found I was settled without it, even enjoyed the extra time. My old boss and I are still good friends, I never finally rang or said I wasn't coming back, he never asked. Months after my daughter was born it was made clear she'd be welcome with me once old enough.
I didn't know, didn't even suspect that my last ride was just that, nothing was coerced and I had complete choice. Out of the countless rides I'll never forget the last one isn't even present in my memory - perhaps that's it, maybe that's why stopping was easy.
I didn't know, didn't even suspect that my last ride was just that, nothing was coerced and I had complete choice. Out of the countless rides I'll never forget the last one isn't even present in my memory - perhaps that's it, maybe that's why stopping was easy.