When I returned to horses in my late twenties after a nearly decade-long hiatus, it felt like coming up for air. During those long, arduous years without them, I had become a productivity addict hell-bent on finding my self-worth inside the ivory tower of academia. Night after night, weekend after weekend, year after year, I chained myself to my laptop …
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