Once, when life was totally out of control, I likened it to when I was taken on a surprise, uncontrolled gallop through the woods on a Paint called Joe. I hated it and I held on for dear life. (Once I was able to dismount, I never rode him again.)
Well, I'm going to say that now is more like choosing to ride Maverick, which I did over and over again. I loved riding that horse, with all of his energy and unpredictable spirit... just almost out of control... fun, but exhausting.
So, I've long wanted to open a B&B in the south of France. My plan is to call it Le coq aime (accent). And we will actually have a rooster, whose name will be Robert... pronounced the French way, of course. Well, I'm currently in training. I love it, for sure, but I think I need to hire a bit of help.
Ding! Duty calls!