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I was going to sit on this one till Monday, but then I realized my daughter and her clan will be back here tomorrow for a week. They flew in on Tuesday then drove up to Idaho to see Jesse’s parents. Besides, I knew the minute I posted it what the answer is for me. Though it may surprise you.
(Picture Calen ridin’ her trusted horsey behind a herd of longhorn cattle, crackin’ her whip over their backs, hollerin’, “Ye ha! Git along little doggies!!!” That’s what this prompt reminded me of.)
I realize there can be a great many things that give us a boost and encourage us to move along in life. Like Emily Dickinson’s quote in my “How do you define hope?” post. But in all honesty the biggest motivator in my life is fear. If I fear something I will, at the very least, move the heck out of the way! It’s fear that gets me up in the morning because I’m afraid if I don’t get up I’ll just lay there and give up on trying to have some sort of satisfying life.
So that’s it for me. Simple, eh? The answer to what keeps me movin’ is just plain fear. For me it’s one heck of a motivator. Any number of fears may hogtie me sooner or later, but by criminy they gotta catch me first! And that means gettin’ my keister out of bed everyday and gettin’ on with life!. 😀
(I just can’t resist throwin’ this in!. 😀 )
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Sandbox Writing Challenge #51 — Movin’ On!
Actually, the correct term is “dogie”, not doggie. They are motherless or neglected calves in a herd that have to be encouraged to keep up with the herd during a roundup. I wish I could ride a horse again, but with my muscle issues I’d be lucky if I could even get on one and the bouncing would kill me.
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What kind of muscle issues do you have, Barb?
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I have fibromyalgia and Sjogren’s (show-grins) Syndrome. While I am able to walk short distances and stand for short periods of time, the hardest part is the weakness in my calf muscles which makes it difficult to climb stairs or get up from the floor if I fall, even with assistance. Combine that with being unable to lift my left leg up very far, it’s difficult to get in the passenger side of pickups, suvs, and stirrups.
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I have a friend who has Lupus and Sjogen’s. She really struggles from time to time, too. I’m sorry to hear that Barb. I hope you’re taking good care of you! {{{Barb}}}
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I have some difficulty visualizing you astride a horse, whip in hand.I used to go horse riding when we were dating. We lived in the desert heat of Nth Qld and we had to create our own entertainment. One of them was to hire horses and go riding. Only problem was all the horses wanted to do was go back home. So when their noses turned in that direction they shot off at full gallop! I got caught once with a leg hanging in a stirrup and the rest of me upside down until I managed to loosen myself and fall to the ground. Lucky in hind sight that all I had was a few scratches, bumps and bruises and a dented pride. When the boys raced back to find me after seeing the riderless horse dash past, they made me get back on. I did. But never again. Just thought I’d share that story for the hell of it!
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LOVE it! You know to me horses are just like sewing machines. Once they smell the fear on you they’ll take advantage of you every time! We used to rent horses up at a place by our cabin. Truthfully they’ve always scared me. But the last time I had a pretty gentle, OLD one. Problem was, we were crossing a ditch that was a couple yards wide and full with spring run off. She decided she wanted a drink, bent her head down and stuck her nose in the water, and over her head I went right into the ditch. I also got back on. But I never did ride again after that. It pert near killed Drollery when he had to have Comanche put down. He never wanted to buy another horse. Just as well. We would have had to keep it at his dad’s farm about 30 miles from here. It wouldn’t have gotten ridden much after Drollery quit hunting with his brothers. You were very lucky you know. You could easily have gotten stepped on!
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Yes, I know. It was scary.
BTW, I have had no others let me know about dodgy internet stuff. I have the best virus protection which is current. But I will have it checked out of course.
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It was weird because it started to let me in to your page, then it stopped and that screen came up. And Susan’s blog is about flowers for heck sakes! This is a new laptop and it’s loaded with all kinds of security stuff — which is a hoot because there’s nothing here worth sneaking in to get! LOL
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Wish I could remember who said it, but I once read that for many of us true heroism is getting out of bed in the morning. Go well, Calensariel.
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Ooo! Think I need to do that on a cross stitch and stick it up in the bedroom! 😀
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Brilliant idea.
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😄 the visual of you in horseback rounding up a nerd of cattle does not compute!!!! lol
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Are you sayin’ I could only round up NERDY cattle??? (What is that anyway? Cattle with high IQ’s? 😀 ) Hey! I rode Drollery’s horse Comanche once! Scared the crap out of me, but I rode him! 😉 (Yes, I married Droll ’cause he was a cowboy — till a couple years after we got married. Then he turned into a damn yuppie! Still has his hat, though. But traded his rifle for a camera. 😀 )
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LMAO….that should have been herd,,,but nerd cattle may work!!!
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But I bet the cowboys would have a harder time rounding them up!!! Smart little buggers that they’d be! 😀
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I was always wondering why, when I was a kid, the cowboys used to say ‘get along all you doggies’ to the cows. But then I realised that there was probably no eye-sight tests or opticians out in the West and the cowboys would probably have considered it too cissy to be seen wearing glasses.
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Well let me tell you what I found when I looked it up! “A dogie is a motherless or stray calf. During roundups, the ranch hands would round them up and to encourage the calves to rejoin the herd would shout ‘giddy up little dogie’ Additionally, anything that lags behind is said to be ‘dogging it’ so, the term spread to include any cow or calf that had to be encouraged to rejoin the herd on a roundup or cattle drive…”
And now you know the REST of the story! 🙂
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