Change of plans. I spent several days quagmired in an earnest, heartfelt post on my past, present, and future. Nevermind. Take it as read that for 2015, I want to keep the good bits (husband, health, horse shows) and improve where needed (food habits, exercise habits, work habits). The standard suite of New Year’s resolutions.
things I would
like to, hope to, want to
do this year,
with varying degrees of likelihood,
in no particular order,
other than the first two:
*Jump a horse. Jump more than once. Jump many fences. Jump with air time. Jump an entire course. Jump cross-country. Jump high. Find a jumping schoolmaster who can get me back in the groove so that the preceding is possible.
*Show my own horses. See above. I’d be happy going for lessons. Who am I kidding? I’d be happy cantering peaceably around the backyard.
*Buy a DSLR camera. Learn how to use. Learn how to make light behave. Do a better job photographing shiny objects, such as horse show ribbons, LEGO bricks, and Christmas ornaments. Better photo skills will help me to …
*Start model horse showing. Inspired by a post* on the subject, I decided to check out the only live show in my area, which takes place next month. Then, says I to myself, since I’m going anyway, why not enter? Just for giggles. This way, I can experience the show from the inside. Competitive? Moi? I had no idea if this was feasible. Turns out it is. However, scheduling conflicts will most likely rear their ugly heads. So, this year, I will do photo shows. Next year, I will go to my first live show. Yes, there are other shows within driving distance at other times. However, if I’m going away for the weekend to a show, I’m gonna be riding: my own horse of a preference; a Saddlebred if I may. The plan is for models to be a part-time, secondary, or possibly tertiary, interest.
(*It was on a private blog, so I can’t link to it.)
*Go on monthly adventures. In researching the model horse hobby, I have been plowing through the archives of Braymere Custom Saddlery, “I make teeny tiny saddles and blog about all things horse related.” The author often takes trips to shows and other horsey places, such as the Longhopes Donkey Shelter. Blog fodder would be my excuse for such day trips, but it’s mostly impetus to get off the farm.
*Learn the Australian crawl. Less discoordinated floundering. More sleek swimming machine. Decrease my level of embarrassment when I am the only one in the pool & the lifeguard has nothing to do but watch me.
*Stop buying books. Of course, this will never happen. I could slow down the torrent. You know how some people binge eat when they are hungry, angry, lonely, or tired? I binge buy books. Unlike diets, this goal is not about deprivation. It is about enjoying the many fabulous books I already have, lurking in piles all over my house. It is about cutting back on shopping as entertainment. After all, the point is to read the books, not to accumulate them.
*Write 365 blog posts. Then write something other than blog posts. Perhaps publish a short story? Unfortunately, I haven’t written fiction since being traumatized by a professor in college (English departments & I do NOT get along [Origin Story**].) However, the blog is morphing into a black hole. As I type this post in late December, I have already worked on posts halfway through January. Time to divert a little of that blogging energy to other uses.
(**The professor I refer to over there isn’t even the one who traumatized me. That one kinda liked me. But I digress.)
I’m not claiming that self-reflection is not important. Just that it does not always need to be shared. For those who would like to go through the heartfelt examinination process with their own life, these posts were helpful:
Into Mind: Your Year in Review: 50 Questions to Help You Reflect, Appreciate and Get Excited for 2015
Into Mind: The Minimalist’s Guide to Setting and Achieving Goals
On the Eighth Day of Christmas: 8 Fences Jumping
Since posts are better with pictures, an unrelated but seasonally appropriate illustration.
My horse ornaments on a tree cut from a wooden pallet. It’s in front of a similarly-built, unused, wooden stall door. That’s why the visuals are confusing.