My last horse, Brownie, was an accident. His owners didn’t know that the mare was pregnant and then one day, there he was. Assuming responsibility for this awkward (and probably chubby even then) horse, they tried to make him into a barrel racer. Or a cow horse. Or an “oh my gosh can you do anything other than eat” job. When all of those positions seemed unlikely, they decided to sell him as a pasture ornament. To me. Continue reading “Horses and the Many Masks They Wear: How I Knew My Horse Was in the Wrong Sport”
I was 11 when I had my first ever riding lesson. My mom finally caved to my years of begging for it. She claims she waited until I was older so it was safer for me, but secretly I think she was hoping this “horse phase” would go away and I would pick a hobby that gave her fewer heart attacks. It clearly didn’t work, I’m now 23 and the addiction is worse than ever.
But if I could go back in time to this moment, here’s what I would tell myself:
“Step away from that horse. Don’t you dare get on. Continue reading “What I Wish I Could Have Told 11 Year Old Me”
The barn where I grew up riding had a clear line between two people: the boarders and the riding school people. In other words, money versus no money. And in the riding world, this line is all too real. Continue reading “Blurred Lines in the Horse World: What it’s Like to Not be a Wealthy Equestrian”
Sometimes life gets busy and it’s tough to keep up with our ponies, lessons, and exercise routines (and our horse blog on top of it all). There have been times when I don’t see my horse for a full week and I get this super guilty knot in my stomach as if I am the worst horse mom in the world. Like everyone at the barn knows I haven’t been there and they think I don’t deserve my horse. Or like my horse has a calendar on hand and is marking all the days I don’t see him with big frowny faces. Pretty soon horse child services will come take him away and I’ll never get to defend my case. Continue reading “Feelings from a Bad Horse Mom”
“Practice doesn’t make perfect; perfect practice makes perfect.”
This is a quote from my U-12 soccer team coach. And ever since then it has stuck with me, especially in the horse world. Not only are you training yourself, you’re also training your horse. Both of you have to use your body correctly and efficiently in order to succeed. It’s a partnership that depends on synchronization and harmony. How else would you achieve such mind reading skills without perfect practice? Continue reading “Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect”