Indulging in my daydreams was
my favorite pastime. One thing that always filled up my dreams was a perception
of a man who would sweep me off my feet and carry me on his horse to the end of
this world.
Sadly, my dreams lasted only seventeen years when I got married to a man who was
scared of horses. After crying and cursing my fate, I mustered up the courage to
take charge of the horse myself.
That’s when I realized that not every woman is born to be carried – some are
born to ride the horse and conquer the world.