For whatever reason, I’m experiencing a bit of a backslide lately. Horse showing was a glowing respite of the general malaise I’ve been feeling. I had so much fun playing pony, that I tried to sign up for another horse show the next weekend to chase my blues away. Unfortunately on Friday afternoon my body decided that ignoring my feelings with hunter courses wasn’t the best plan, and I cancelled the show when I came down with a random fever/flu….
On day two of the horse show, Simon and I were kind of over it. It’s not that I didn’t wake up excited and ready to horse show (and maybe a little bit hungover… turns out day drinking isn’t really my style)… I did! However, when the hunter ring is dragging and a nap feels like a super solid idea, it can be hard to motivate one’s self. By the time we got to my first class, the 2’6″ Equitation, I…
On Friday night when we were schooling, I trotted around the jumps in the hunter ring and told my trainer how small everything looked. They were all set to around 2′, which used to be my comfort level but now looks like speed bumps. Don’t think I’m knocking all the 2′ hunter riders aren’t there who think schooling that height at the show is scary. I’ve been there. I know your feels, but now it looks itty bitty. After we cruised down…
This weekend I took my two dogs and a cooler full of bubbly & cheese to meet Simon and my barn family in San Antonio for a schooling show. I had made the executive decision months ago to focus on the hunters, so this was to be our first legitimate show back in that ring. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of me felt like we’d win everything, and part of me thought it’d be a huge failure and…
I haven’t written one of these posts in a while. Part of the reason is that while I can easily think of things to write about tinder or tiling, the arc of my personal grief is a lot more persnickety. If this post could have a thesis, it would be this: I thought I would feel a lot less shitty by now. Some days I really am fine. The day will come and go without any major drama. I’ll go to…
When I was in the height of my artistic days, people would often look at whatever piece I was working on and exclaim. “Wow! I can’t even draw a straight line!” “I can’t either,” I would answer them. Remember this – it’s important later. Part of the reason I bought my house is because it has really good bones. It’s been well maintained with a nice layout, and I thought I could do a lot of “little” things to improve…
The only official goal I made for myself this year was to learn to walk in heels like a bad ass. Now I know we’re only halfway through February, but I’m doing exceptionally well with this. I’ve conquered the 2″ work heel, and have future plans to move on to the “Why yes, I will have another glass of Prosecco” heel in the near future. I know, I know… I’m a hero to my generation. That was the only official goal, but…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…