I can’t say I was a huge fan of it, but occasionally in my younger days I would watch the Canadian sketch comedy show The Kids in the Hall. One of the funnier skits I ever saw on there involved Kevin McDonald trying to unsuccessfully eat a chicken kabob. After nearly choking on one, McDonald strolls confidently back up to the serving table of the party he’s attending and orders another, boldly proclaiming, “Gotta get back on the horse.”

As amusing as the skit was, it was that one line that always stuck with me – Gotta get back on the horse. Of course, that line is used in a serious context all the time, and it has popped into my head quite a bit lately. Basically, what it’s saying is that even though we may suffer setbacks and be dealt unfortunate circumstances in life, we keep trying, with the hope that we are successful in our new efforts.

I actually have several horses I have been attempting to get back on for quite some time now. I have found that I do not adapt to changing seasons well. For example, when I was attending school to get my masters degree, I found that I had little time to do things such as read a book or write for this blog. As a result, there were several activities that I simply set aside. When I graduated in December, I assumed I would just naturally start doing these things again. That failed to happen, however. I suddenly found myself in a season of boredom, searching for things to keep me busy, all the while knowing I could fill up my time with these dropped activities.

Of course, I didn’t possess this insight until recently. I didn’t realize I had been ducking all these things until this past week, when it suddenly dawned on me that I really don’t blog much at all anymore. I could probably point to any number of reasons I was behaving this way. There was the fear of possibly not enjoying things as much as I did before. Laziness, in that I just didn’t want to put forth the effort to try. Even enjoyment in being sort of a bum. In the end, though, I’m not sure the reasons matter all that much. The point is, I had fallen off the horse, and I wasn’t sure how to get back on.

So, I’m going to count this as a Day One of sorts. I exercised this morning. I read a few pages of a book I’ve had forever but never finished. And now I’m sitting here at this keyboard typing out my thoughts for anyone who cares to read them to see. None of this has felt natural or perfect, but I know that in the beginning few things ever do. I’m having to will myself back to the table, even though the sensation of choking is still in my throat.

Okay, that was kind of a gross analogy, but hopefully I’ve gotten my point across. I’ve fallen off the saddle, and it’s time to get back on the horse. Now, someone point me to the chicken kabobs…

Leave a Reply