It’s not often that one is grateful to have a nightmare, but that Sunday morning, my nightmare saved me. I don’t remember exactly what it was about; all I know is I awoke mid-wail. My crying startled me awake so abruptly that I sat up just like out of a scene in a movie. It … Continue reading Finding Our Way
Life is hard enough. Dressage is even harder. And no matter what you think, YOU DON'T KNOW THE WHOLE STORY.
"A goal is an idea of the future or desired result that a person or a group of people envisions, plans and commits to achieve. People endeavor to reach goals within a finite time by setting deadlines". -Wikipedia The equestrian version of a goal: an idea of the future or desired result that a person … Continue reading The thing about goals in the horse world…
I didn't know it at the time, but April 27, 2007 would mark one of the most important days of my life. It was the day that one of the greatest horses I have and will ever know was born. Meet Petite Belle! My first time down centerline was in 2007, the year Belle was … Continue reading Our Journey to Prix St. George
So, regarding your advice to give up training and work at a desk- Thanks, but no thanks.
I've struggled with confidence in the jumper ring. I make mistakes that I KNOW I shouldn't be making and I kick myself for doing so. The fact that making those mistakes had become a subconscious ritual for me, was making me a bad rider.
So I sold my best friend...
I have often said that choosing and keeping the right trainer is like dating. When you first start riding, you probably pick the first one you find, not knowing what to look for. As you start to learn a little more about the sport, you begin to broaden your horizons. It may be that your … Continue reading Raising the Client-Trainer Standard
I didn't get there by mistake. It's good to improve a little with every ride, but what was I thinking trying to look like Edward Gal and Totalis overnight when I got there looking like Melissa Wanstreet and Petite Belle?
Looking back, I realize how I only delayed my own progress by listening to the voices in my head that told me "I can't."