There’s an easy way and a hard way. I’ve spent a fair bit of time behind the mule in the last week. The harness goes both ways. I tried busting that ass only to find my own dragging. Especially when Breaking New Ground. Roots matted over generations. Old habits are hard to break.
The hard way. Brute Force. Sheer Will.
The easy way. Finesse. Letting the ass think its in charge. Occasionally outside the lines but for the most part very acceptable work. A bonus in the brays keep away all manner of predator.
Becoming one with the labor. The first time without training wheels. The moment you mastered that big wave. When you stopped fighting. And became one.
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