I had a little sports accident a few weeks ago and I got HURT. Yes, I fell and broke my foot, sprained my knee and ankle. For the 1st time in all my years of riding my horse, and now at 50, I fell off and actually injured myself!

How do I feel about this? My initial reaction was that if you do sports eventually you get sports injuries. No biggie. I have great health insurance and I am very fit. I will get back in the saddle as fast as possible.

Whoa, trigger! Things are not exactly going to plan. First of all, I am still quite sore. Secondly, I realized a few weeks ago that maybe I am supposed to slow down and figure something out.

From Louise Hay “Accidents are no accidents. Like everything else in our lives, we create them. Accidents are expressions of anger. They indicate built-up frustrations resulting from not feeling the freedom to speak up for one’s self.”

OK, Louise Hay got me again. Guilty as charged. Like many people who grew up in the South, I learned to only talk about the pleasant and the positive. As a woman, it is doubly hard. We are cursed with the burden of how to make things nice for everyone around us. And why is that bad? It isn’t really except when you put your needs second to everyone else too many times. Then it becomes toxic.

I am grateful for this little break in my life. It has given me the opportunity to reflect and get back in alignment with myself. Now I think it is time to get back on the horse that bucked me off.