๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
Yes, I seriously just wrote that.
For those of you who have been following this page for a while or know me in real life, youโve likely recognized that this is NOT my typical philosophy. In fact, it is quite the opposite. I get very comfortable in situations, and am beyond reluctant to do anything different, because if it ainโt broke, why fix it?
I take riding lessons twice a week, and for the past few months, Iโve mostly been riding a lovely been-there-done-that blue-ribbon winning turned bombproof lesson horse. She has re-instilled a sense of confidence in me that months ago, I could have only dreamed of. However, Iโve always felt like there was *something* missing from our rides, and have never been able to put my finger on it. Until now.
Friday afternoon, I arrived to the barn and found myself lessoning on not one, not two, but three new lesson horses! You see, my trainer had decided to try me on a number of different mounts all in the same hour, to help me figure out what qualities I personally like in a riding horse.
At first, I was quite skeptical and honest-to-God almost had a massive panic attack upon the first ponyโs back. However, as each short ride progressed, I found myself loosening up, as the worst, unknown part was over.
To my (and everyone elseโs) surprise, my favorite ride of the day was the least likely culprit; a pony whom I had some pre-ride prejudice against, simply due to multiple prior instances of impolite ground manners. Overall, the lesson was one of my favorites to-date, as I typically second-guess every move I make, but simply just let myself enjoy the ride. At the end of the day, thatโs what itโs all about, right?
Flash forward to yesterdayโs lesson. I was placed on yet another new-to-me pony but this time, there was an instant connection. Everything I liked about my favorite mount from the previous day existed in this gray gelding and more.
The ride was, dare I say it, easily one of my best ever. Thatโs not to say I wonโt ever go back to my usual been-there-done-that mare. But this particular pony has an extra sparkle, the piece of the puzzle thatโs been missing all these monthsโฆ
๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฌ: ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐. ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ.
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With H.O.P.E.
Diana Bezdedeanu