Embracing Change

December 11, 2022

๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐›๐ž ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .

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, youโ€™ve 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 ainโ€™t broke, why fix it?

I take riding lessons twice a week, and for the past few months, Iโ€™ve 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, Iโ€™ve 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 ponyโ€™s back. However, as each short ride progressed, I found myself loosening up, as the worst, unknown part was over.

To my (and everyone elseโ€™s) 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, thatโ€™s what itโ€™s all about, right?

Flash forward to yesterdayโ€™s 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. Thatโ€™s not to say I wonโ€™t ever go back to my usual been-there-done-that mare. But this particular pony has an extra sparkle, the piece of the puzzle thatโ€™s been missing all these monthsโ€ฆ

๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ: ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž. ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ.

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With H.O.P.E.

Diana Bezdedeanu