riding.

is the only thing i can see myself doing for the rest of my life, and being totally happy every day. And today I had a depressing lesson. I mean, we all have off days, but really, do i have to grab mane over a two foot jump? every time? and do i really make the horse invert over every single jump when i've ridden him every week for months before i left to go south? it was degrading a little. the flat was perfect, perhaps the best ever on that horse... he's a little A.D.D. and little nuts and likes to leap sideways unexpectedly, and loves to jump. and yet he stopped at a jump with me, note that the jump was maybe 2'3" aka so little. he's never ever even thought about stopping before. did i really get that awful while i was gone? oi.