At showgrounds. [Show Report]
Wandering around stable area.
Waiting for classes.
Suddenly hit with a wave of ‘I don’t want to be here.’
Rather, it was ‘I want to be doing other things than this.’
I have made no secret that I would drop saddle seat like last year’s color paint color if I had a chance to jump. [Conflicts 2017]
This is the first time the thought has occurred at a horse show.
Grateful for the opportunities. Yes.
Learned much. Yes.
“Saddleseat has been a slender bridge over the abyss of despair that is my riding career.” That was back in 2014. Does math. Shudders. In June. Two months before buying Milton. Sighs. [A Grateful Whine]
It would be so tempting to snuggle into, “a warm, comfy blanket that is almost what I want.” [Overthinking]
I need to keep my eye on my own path …
.. no matter how frustrating.
I need to not get distracted by other paths …
… no matter how cute the snoots.