When I turned 50, something in my brain changed. I stopped caring what anyone else but me thought. I decided that “should” was a word I didn’t want to say or use again.
And I decided that where and how I get my pleasure with my horse was up to me.
In the saddle, on the ground, just hugging his neck, picking his hooves, wiping his eyes and nose and talking, yes always, talking to him.
This beautiful bit of writing from Katy captures, precisely, how I felt and feel about horses.
I lost Buzz on May 20th of this year. Don’t wait. Don’t waste time on what you “should” do. Enjoy your horse or horses any way you want to. This moment really is all we have.
There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.-Winston Churchill
My friends say it a lot: we don’t ride as much as we should. Our horses are pets, farm ornaments, and fertilizer machines. It is a common theme for those of us still clinging to our equestrian identities. If you are in a stage where you can live your productive, horsey life, that is awesome and I’m so happy for you. I’m living the endurance and dressage circuits vicariously through my friends who are back in the horse world. I’m telling myself I’ll be back on the trails with my people someday.
So many of us let the rest of our lives get in the way. The job, the kids, the fact that it will really hurt if we hit the ground in these adult bodies…
I was an awkward…
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