06/06/2026
When I was younger, I had a reputation for being that person who would sit on ANYTHING.
In fact, the worse, the better. Way more fun. I was light, I was sticky, I was brave, lemme at it.
I wasn't knowledgeable, but I made up for it in perseverence & determination. Even if I fell off, I was back up and on, getting on with whatever needed doing.
And in a way, I felt I had to think like that because most of the ponies I had access to did indeed mostly want to put me on the floor. My own woefully uneducated 1st pony, ponies at dealers yards, and the odd one that the owner simply had no job for. I wanted to ride, so I rode. Even if it was... "exciting".
Somewhere along the windy road of equestrianism, I doubled back.
I love riding still, and I have no issue with "quirky" horses - but no longer do I see it as cool to ride said quirky horses and look like I'm headed to the rodeo.
Because part of growing up was realising that those issues were just that. Issues. Those horses were desperate to communicate and the best I could offer them then was to keep bashing away at my idea of riding.
I can still sit a buck, a rear, a spook. Whatever. It's a useful skill! But I don't want them. Not because they scare me... I mean, they do a bit, it means I've probably screwed up, or the horse was already screwed up enough to think that's their only line of communication! but because I want to ride HAPPY horses.
It used to boost my ego when people said "I'd never sit on that!" Now my biggest ego boost comes when I can hand a horse over to someone else, and BOTH horse & rider can have fun!
Bravery & stupidity sit very close together. Being calm, being confident... it's something different.
My goal these days is to not have to do any stunt riding!!! π