Oh No! I Can’t Suck At Riding Now? What? Just Ride?

After giving myself tons of permission to completely suck at riding, I surprised myself the other day.  Right in the middle of sucking at riding, I suddenly snatched at myself and said sternly: Jane, Hudson is YOUR horse. You can ride.  You will ride.  You are going to ride well.  Sucking is over, you got that?

For reasons I don’t understand, this worked.  I sat up, took charge, shortened my reins, and rode my horse.  It wasn’t perfect by any stretch, but it was…right.

I guess now that I’ve given myself total permission to suck, sucking is not good enough?

The new decree: Just Ride.

No!  No speaking, no dithering, no excuses.  Ride the dang horse. Ride as well as possible, and then forget about it.  Just ride. Stop fussing.

Do. Not Speak.

RIDE.

I startled myself.  Allll righty then.

I’m beginning to wonder if I need to start doing Google searches on “spirit possession”.

This may have something to do with the fact that Katherine announced her retirement this week.  She injured her shoulder badly, and will no longer be taking horses in for training.  Or giving lessons.  Instant grief.  An era, over.

I’m picky about finding the right trainer for us.  I have someone in mind.  It would be slightly unorthodox, but perfect.  I hope we can make it work.

I’m singing a song from when the kids were little: Going on a Bear Hunt?

We’re going on a Trainer hunt!

We’re going on a Trainer hunt!

We’re gonna catch a big one!

We’re gonna catch a big one!

I’m not afraid!

I’m not afraid!

Are you?

Are you?

Not me!

Not me!

If Hudson writes me a note and tells me to take a lesson, he means it.  He’s an incredibly forgiving guy.  I might have taken the Freedom to Suck thing a little too far.  He’s going to have major trainer opinions. Finding the right trainer match is like finding the right marriage counselor.  It has to work for three people.  And one of them isn’t human.

What are your criteria for a good trainer/rider/horse match?