Burn Out Blues? No thank you.

Sometimes, and I mean this politely as possible, you gotta give Dressage the finger.

Sometimes, you just have to get on a horse and say, "Baby, you want to go on your forehand, looking like a camel? Be my guest."

You need to gallop, to stretch, to ride backwards bareback. To do all the things your mother told you not to do because, "Don't you realize that's a 1000 pound animal!!" You have to breathe in the excitement of being run away with; the brazen ache that only rears its head when you don't know what's going to happen next.

You need to melt into the saddle, swing and flex. Enjoy a buck without trying to frantically glue it all back together. Relax into the end of a trail ride, the long flapping reins and the connection more clear than tempi's.

You've got to find your childhood. You've got to remember WHY you ride, or else it's not fun.

I love Dressage. God knows I spend enough time breathing in all I can about it, but I'm sick of it. I have pushed so hard, so much, so fast.
I want it, badly. I want it so much.
But what I need, HAVE to have, is a moment where I remember why I started riding.

So, I'm going to ride like a son-of-a-gun today. I'm going to bounce and laugh and get out from between those letters. It may not be pretty, but it's going to be hella fun.

I suggest you do the same.

-- Girl