While in the stall, I had to maneuver a big wheelbarrow around the big horse but the floor covering had risen making the floor uneven and difficult to wheel on.
I stopped. Part of me wanted to just push really hard and run the wheelbarrow fast and carelessly over the defect. Part of me felt something and said, "no, wait."
Caution. I felt Caution. I realized this was a potentially dangerous situation that could cause me or my friend Big Horse potential injury.
I stopped. Felt caution along my chest and rethought what I was doing. I needed to make this safer. So, I encouraged the halters horse to move over and I used a different route to get to the other side of the stall. I could not name this unusual feeling, yet.
Upon arriving home from the farm, I jumped in the shower. As I noticed the tub floor was a bit slippery again I took note and stopped. I felt that feeling again and realized it's probably named Caution. I took extra precaution in the shower until I exited. I made sure to scrub clean the tub floor immediately after.
Caution. A word I had heard and logically understood but has never physically felt.
Awesome
