The New Year is starting off right with a lesson from my granddaughter. She came to visit with her parents for Christmas and was afraid of the black and white rocking horse who whinnied and wagged his tail with a squeeze of his ear. His strange noises sent her running to the safety of her mother’s arms. It took several days and many tries on her terms to get over her fear. On the last few days of her visit she was able to ride him and not run away at his horsey sounds. I am learning from her brave steps in regards to my writing and facing my fears. I keep taking baby steps when deep down I know it is time to ride.