Not so right now. Sunday's lesson has nothing but negative, inadequate, and scary feelings attached to it. I can't put that in my treasure box. I am frustrated. I am disappointed. I am discouraged. I'm disheartened. And since I don't want to write about the lesson, nothing else will come either. And while I have a stack of drafts ready to publish, I feel dishonest posting those while this one is weighing so heavily on my mind.
The sting of Sunday's failure is slowly fading. I hope that by tomorrow I won't even perseive it as a failure, but rather as a simple indicator of what work I still need to do with Sydney. When the memory can become something useful, I'll share it and happily add it to the box. Until then, can I just say thank you to those of you who have already kindly shared your experiences with me about how long the get-to-know-you period lasts with horse? I appreciate those "keep on trucking" comments. Here's to a new day.