I do enjoy getting myself back onto the proverbial horse.

Dear Self,

Once I get my leg over it’s all fine.

It’s funny how sitting high in the saddle makes everything look possible again.

Where as sitting on the couch and looking across at ‘the horse’ it seems very large, unfriendly, complex and, quite possibly, insurmountable.

All I need is a little bit of momentum, you know, a bit of a run up, a couple of small steps to help me climb the distance up to the saddle, and I’m suddenly away.

Riding off into the sunset I wonder what all the fuss was about.