Right now my horse is not taking the hunter/jumper world by storm. He’s not jumping 3’6″ and he’s not doing perfect lateral work or flying changes.
There are a lot of other things that are more important to me right now.
When he gets several days off, I can pull him out and know that I’ll get a decent ride from him. May he be a little resistant to bend or maybe a little anxious for transitions? Most likely, yes but he won’t be silly and he won’t be explosive or frustrating to ride. I won’t feel the need to lunge forever, and there won’t be that sinking feeling where you just know your ride is going to be terrible.
When I am sad, he impresses me with his many faces of awkwardness. People have told me that he doesn’t look like a nerd horse, but sometimes you have to be “in the flesh” to see his true personality. Trust me, it’s the personality of a dweeb, but it does make me smile.
His treat face also makes me smile.
Most of all, when I’m depressed and can’t gather any motivation to give him a real ride, he lets me hop on bareback and trail ride around the property.
When my heart is heavy, he carries me… in more ways than one.