I'm past 60 where life seems a little quieter, more patient, less demanding, less contentious. Folks long gone are more remembered; childhood is more missed, youth is forgiven. With the grey hair, that I'm still vain enough to dye, has come the understanding that life isn't forever and if I have something left to do, I better get with it.
Some women have men who open (and closes) doors for them. I have one who opens and closes gates. I love this about him (remember short old lady, very tall horses).
Such a simple thing opening and closing a gate. Odd how it makes me feel so loved.
I just wanted to leave a link to this page that I think is a good one for horse owners to read, at least it was for me. Self discipline is an important part of partnership with horses.