Saddle Seat Wednesday
tldr: more logistics. Thrilled to be at the point of having these kinds of problems issues to iron out.
My saddle seat schedule can be reduced to 2 words: who knows?
Logistics
I hope to make my debut with Milton at a show in March [Schedule]. Since I am currently riding in a ring, I only ride when we can ship to Stepping Stone Farm, which means weekends. That leaves a handful of rides between now and then. Therefore, I have to capitalize on every weekend. I have already declined the last Winter Tournament show and the first big show.
Before I can devote an entire weekend to a saddle seat show, I need be able to ride Milton during the week. These means either riding at home &/or shipping Milton to SSF by myself, enabling me to take lessons/ride in an enclosed space during the week. Both of these are in the plan. Neither are going to happen immediately.
Yes, I am turning down horse shows. Gasp. Clutch the pearls. I’m also planning to skip most of BrickFair. More pearl clutching.
Yeah, I really want to show my own horse. It has been way too long.
Focus
Even if I had all the time in the world and necessary facilities to hand, there is merit to focusing on one thing at a time. This is not me being a weenie. Karen Pryor calls it New Tank Syndrome [Back To Kindergarten].
While I am wrapping my head around riding and showing (cross fingers) Milton, I cut back on other things, such as obsessing about my deteriorating saddle seat and fretting over new ASB mounts.
Of course, I could just be chill about shows and catch them as they occur. Me? Chill? We all know that’s not going to happen.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
New tank, old dream. If you can dream it, you can do it. You go, girl.
If you can dream it you can be it. Is’t that from the Rocky Horror picture show? LOL
I admire you no end for keeping at it.
“Don’t dream it. Be-e-e-e-e it.” It was sung by characters swimming about dressed in lingerie and clown make-up. So, I question the source.