If Wishes Were Horses...

... beggers would ride. So my mother used to say, anyway. I thought it was kind of a cool saying when I was a kid, but now I realize it's just a fancy way of saying "sucks to be you and there's nothing you can do about it."

I really wanted to blog today. I have a lot to say. I wish I had time. But you know what they say about wishes....

The Journey of the Mind

Last Friday, with the support of a steadfast wingman, I rode Fenris across the Coronado Bay Bridge. Twice.



Those of you who read this blog with any regularity probably know what a monumental event this was for me. Over the past 18 years or so, the Bridge has become the personification of a series of events that coalesced in my mind to create a psychological Black Hole. As a result, I haven't visited the lovely town of Coronado - my old Navy stomping grounds! - in over 15 years. For just as many years, I couldn't even LOOK at the Bridge, much less contemplate crossing it, without having something akin to a panic attack. The last time someone in my riding crew mentioned a trip to Coronado, the blood drained from my face and I almost passed out (which forced the issue to be dropped rather rapidly).

This post from many months ago tells about the events that lead to my psychological Black Hole (sorry, I don't know how to do the embedded link thing):

http://daughterofnight.blogspot.com/2007/05/haunting.html

Anyway, I DID it. I cried and almost puked, but I DID it.

And the moral of the story is: never underestimate the power of a good wingman. Courage only got me part of the way.