What Would You Do If I Told You You Couldn't Fail?

What would you do?
Some time ago I read a blog post that someone wrote, it stated that most people if they were wearing a mask would do stuff they wouldn't before. No one knew who they were with the mask, so the fear of being embarrassed and failing was gone. They simply did what they wanted, they acted like their true selfs.
Let me ask you this, keep in mind what I said above^
Do you know your friends?
If they had the pressure of not being embarrassed, not being afraid to fail in front of you, who would they be? What would they do?
I just wanted to add that little point...
Now the moral of the story :)
What’s truly worth doing, whether you fail or succeed?
Think about that. Why do you get up in the morning? If time and money were no object and you had no pressing responsibilities, how would you like to spend your days?
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First True Love

Apprehensive I came down to you,

Slipped your halter o'er ears so tall

You gobbled up your treat, I slipped the billet through,

the brass buckle on your headstall.

You nudged my shoulder seeking grain,

I tied you in the aisle,

You bumped me gently once again,

I groomed you for awhile.

Carefully I checked your tack,

Flip your reins o'er your neck,

Your saddle snug upon your back,

and then I pause for just a "sec".

I see your nose and brilliant eye,

Your forelock tossed into the sky,

Along your back, my eyes do fly,

'till they've seen from jaw to shining thigh.

And then all at once I'm up,

Cautious in my manner,

For with the slightest "giddy-up"

You'll fly from my hand like a wind-whipped banner.

We slowly walk around the ring,

'till the circles make us tire,

But it is such a splendid thing,

To at last be astride your blazing fire,

Now I urge you to a trot,

Dreaming of the time,

When we'll reach all that we've sought,

Just one moment in the lime.

In a blur our magical ride is done,

I pat you a gentle goodbye,

Instead of galloping down the field at a headlong breadneck run,

You look me squarely in the eye.

Promising the rides to come,

Promising my bliss,

I'm on Pride and Mikayla, my best friend is on Floppy at our
local horse show. 2008

Telling me we both have won,

The key to each others happiness.

Years later from that memorable day,

You've now run the Scottsdale floor,

I watch you old and slow and grey,

And I know I love you even more.

 

For you Floppy who taught me everything you could, you taught the others to take care of me. I'll never forget you big brown eyes and wonderful horsenality... Thank You.

 

I don't know how this post came to be, but I felt I needed to write this. This is a tribute to Floppy who taught me that it doesn't matter if I fail, because no one ever said I couldn't try again, he taught me that horses are truly here to teach.

 

Putting aside my fear and stepping out of my comfort zone,

Kaylee