Whenever I feel unsure about a big life decision, my friends smile encouragingly and say, “Go with your gut!” While I know the advice comes from a good place, it isn’t helpful. When I listen to my gut, that sly, pesky voice says things like: “Lindsay, eat a donut. Sure, it isn’t good for your health, but it’s good for your soul!” or “Buy the unaffordable breeches. They’ll make you look like Charlotte Dujardin.” I call shenanigans because the breeches, in fact, did not make me look like Charlotte Dujardin, nor did the donut provide any kind of spiritual salvation. That inner voice can be a sheisty little minx.
Given equestrians’ abilities to describe a horse’s gastro-intestinal activity in alarming detail, it’s clear we are great at listening to what…
