At the time of my accident, I had a lot of momentum.
I was in one of those wonderful phases where the tack almost seemed to be making itself. I'd established a really good, really productive work routine and was simultaneously working on three separate tack sets--Danielle's long overdue draft harness, Margaret's huntseat set, and a Western bridle and breast collar for my own Lady Liberty. All three were coming together beautifully, and I felt invincible. I truly believed I'd have all my old orders cleared by the holidays.
It's tempting to say that all that came to a crashing halt when Rev and I hit the ground on October 19. That wouldn't be completely accurate, however. Even though I was broken and battered, I felt the power of all that good momentum. I got back into the studio as soon as possible, and I managed to update my blog every single day. In a strange sort of way, I still felt invincible.Unfortunately, momentum can only take a person so far.
This past week has been pretty tough. I'm still healing well physically, but emotionally, I am worn out. I'm tired of being injured. I'm tired of the pain and the restrictions. I'm tired of not being able to drive or ride or walk my dogs or pick up things that weigh more than five pounds. I'm tired of not being able to make tack for more than an hour at a stretch. Mostly, I'm just so very, very tired.
I do not feel invincible and all that good momentum is gone.
And yet, I'm not ready to give into inertia.
Despite a complete and utter lack of motivation today, I did manage to make a halter for my Model Horse Blab Secret Santa. I also set up the photo tent and took some photos. Those were edited and uploaded to my blog. It may not seem like much, but from where I'm sitting, this is a major accomplishment. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to build on that success. Maybe I'll make a bridle instead of a halter, and maybe I'll write a post that's worth reading.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll find that momentum again.