There is a lot I need to write. I have a new job. I didn't even get fired when our van quit and I missed several days because of it and that was quite literally my first real week of work. In fact, what I have is more opportunities, which is exactly what I've been wanting and yet here I am, finding myself a bit surprised at having them.
First of all, there's Parelli. Looks like I'll be trying to level up (a phrase I use mostly because it tickles my children because it sounds like I'm a character in a video game). I'm now watching videos and working with horses and trying to get that "mother-in-law" look down. I have to say that the more I read and the more I see the more I agree with Parelli, even in areas that surprise me. They surprise me not that we agree but that they are things that are biggies for me and lo and behold, there they are in his program. Like being willing to change. Like being willing to sit with frustration, to be conscious, to not force and to let it come. I mean, I so get that in LIFE. So why not with horses. It really feels quite mystical, being willing to be open and to go in unexpected directions.
I'm already riding more and hopefully we'll also be working out my teaching there. The work is far easier (which means fewer hours -- but hopefully that will all be offset by riding and teaching), the horses and the people just as delightful. In some ways, I even seem to be home more (though I'm working more days) and the being home is a good thing.
I miss a lot of people is the only thing. I hope they'll come see me.
Inky better watch out . . . (she's mostly had time off with me being so stretched so thin lately).
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
there ya go
And so, yes, we did the show thing. I did not even try to school her under saddle considering we'd only had a few rides AND so much new was already being thrown at her in a two day time period. She did wonderfully.
Friday morning she walked onto this teeny tiny trailer. She walked off at the barn, walked through the barn, grazed through the front yard, walked across the trail bridge and the carpet, was a champion. She stayed in a stall although it was a bit confusing for her to do so I think. The only thing that really freaked her out the whole and entire time was someone getting in the loft right above her head and throwing down hay right in front of her stall. Oh, and we'll have to work on the running water thing.
She scored a 69.2 with good comments from the judge. Her body condition is, of course, still lacking, and she has a lot of developing to do.
But her going to this show changed my life. My boss tossed off a comment about Inky that not only wasn't true but was made in such a way that, well, she would never had said that to anyone else in that way ever. It made me redouble my efforts to find a different job and sure enough, I did and I should be riding more horses and we'll see where else this adventure takes me.
I've got nothing bad to say. I've had a great run at JEF, I have loved it there, love the people and the horses and everything, and I'm very sad to be going and yet, well . . . .
After all that horse show stuff, Inky got back on the itty bitty trailer, although that took her a minute. I think me working her through that helped to get me the new job. She was awfully glad to get home -- she ran up to Duke, sniffed noses, then laid down at his feet and rolled.
Friday morning she walked onto this teeny tiny trailer. She walked off at the barn, walked through the barn, grazed through the front yard, walked across the trail bridge and the carpet, was a champion. She stayed in a stall although it was a bit confusing for her to do so I think. The only thing that really freaked her out the whole and entire time was someone getting in the loft right above her head and throwing down hay right in front of her stall. Oh, and we'll have to work on the running water thing.
She scored a 69.2 with good comments from the judge. Her body condition is, of course, still lacking, and she has a lot of developing to do.
But her going to this show changed my life. My boss tossed off a comment about Inky that not only wasn't true but was made in such a way that, well, she would never had said that to anyone else in that way ever. It made me redouble my efforts to find a different job and sure enough, I did and I should be riding more horses and we'll see where else this adventure takes me.
I've got nothing bad to say. I've had a great run at JEF, I have loved it there, love the people and the horses and everything, and I'm very sad to be going and yet, well . . . .
After all that horse show stuff, Inky got back on the itty bitty trailer, although that took her a minute. I think me working her through that helped to get me the new job. She was awfully glad to get home -- she ran up to Duke, sniffed noses, then laid down at his feet and rolled.