I write a lot of emails at work. Like… a lot. And lately, I find myself always writing the following: “I just wanted to….” and I am starting to delete that four-letter-word. I am not “just”. I am important, my time is important, and I need to stop apologizing for taking up space. Can anyone…
Everyone’s family looks a little different. Mine happens to consist mostly of four-legged animals, or as I like to call them, my kids. For the longest time, I thought I would get married, have 2.5 kids and live happily ever. I also thought I would have my own Equestrian Centre and have gone to the Olympics by the time I was twenty-five. As of today, I’m 1 out of 5, so it’s obvious that sometimes things don’t work out quite the way you think they might.
For someone who has been riding for thirty years and competing on and off for most of those years, you might be surprised to know that I had yet to compete in the jumper ring in white breeches.
There are a lot of emotions tied up in riding. Like possibly ALL OF THEM. It also seems that this sport attracts people who are perfectionists or Type A personalities. And here’s the thing about working with a large animal with a mind of its own. It’s never going to be perfect. And it doesn’t have to be.
Defining disappointment is easy. Getting over it is a little harder. This feeling is something that we all have dealt with when it comes to horses, and it will surely come up again in the future.
Finding the right fit.