I am sitting here in bed, after a pretty good day. The fact that I am sitting here, in my bed, writing a blog post makes me think about this old movie I saw once. Probably on Turner Classic Movies. ‘Pillow Talk’ I believe it was called. Anyway, I digress.
Between rides, I spent the day entertaining my Niece with my Mother. She is a gal after my own heart with how horse crazy she is. I basically escorted her from horse to horse all day. She sat on everyone at least once. My sister had to work today and my Father, Brother in law, and Nephew went fishing. My Mother the Grandmother, was on baby duty.
I rode Cheetah about mid morning due to fog and Niece chasing. The ride was pretty good and definitely ended on a good note. We had to work through some ugly moments. Most likely due to my sucketude and how I apparently sometimes forget how to ride. Normally this would really put me in a mood and it had the potential to, but today it didn’t. We worked through it until it felt right. Until I didn’t suck anymore and she could actually relax without whatever I was or was not doing. Sometimes, that is just how it goes, whether it is horses or life. It is not and can not always be pretty. AHAmoment. You just have to work through the suck until it doesn’t anymore. Today, I did that and I am proud of it.
The great part of my day was riding my Lito. I am always amazed my him. He tries so hard and is such a quick learner. I honestly feel bad for anyone who does not have a baby horse like him! I really made him work harder than I have yet to date and he really responded. Our progress may seem slow to some (or maybe just to me), but all of our rides have been a week or two apart. When I really think about that, it is pretty amazing. After our arena work, we went for a cool down walk out in the meadow pasture. While we were out there, a little storm blew over us. It sprinkled some, but what I was worried about was the cold wind. You know the kind. Right before it unleashes. Luckily for us, it didn’t. He was definitely hyper aware, but trusting and brave. The thought crossed my mind (slightly ashamed to admit it) to just hop off and walk him back. I did not want him to have an experience to shake his confidence…or mine with him (I am still worried that I am going to mess him up). He showed me that he could handle it. I am so proud of him.
Sitting here, reflecting on the day, I feel as though I might have already had too much family time and it has not really even begun. Do any of you ever feel like no one in your family listens to you? I do. All the time. Is it because I’m the youngest? Do I not have interesting things to listen to? Is there something wrong with me? I don’t know. It makes me sad. I will be in the middle of saying something, and someone will either just start having another conversation or worse, just stop paying attention all together.
But. I don’t want to focus on that. I want to focus on the fact that my dog is happy being a dog and that I had some great rides on some great horses.
Walk in love, dear readers.