Wow Claire, this is terrific, get back in the saddle. I didn’t know we shared this other common love besides writing. My daughter, Natasha, was a grand prix champion, Western regional champion. We’ve owned a lot of horses and still have the superstar that took her to the top. I spent years at horse shows, every weekend. You really do need to read my first book The One, my heroine is a grand prix equestrienne and lots of the book take place at horse shows. Anyway, thank you for sharing.
We hear the advice all the time, and turn a deaf ear in its direction (cliché alert):
- Stop and smell the roses
- Take time for the things you love
- Lavish the people you love with love
- Don’t put off until tomorrow . . .
I recently got bitch-slapped upside the head by Mother Earth, or Father Time, or whoever it is that comes up with and promotes the above mantras. You see, in October of 2016, I was diagnosed with cancer.
“If you had to get cancer,” I was told, “you got the best kind.”
Oh goody. What an overachiever I am—no matter what I do, I have to be the very best. Cancer, however, isn’t one of those things I would have chosen to compete for any titles in.
They told me it was “very curable.” “98% remission rate,” is what they told me. They also told me I’d…
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