|finally found this photograph - first ride ever!|
|with Toby at a show|
|we rode a quadrille pattern|
Her post is a teaser of sorts - as I believe she'll be sharing more stories about some of those horses. But it really resonated with me, and sent me scurrying over to my old boxes of photographs to scrape up a similar sentiment for myself.
|CJ! i loved this pretty little gelding so desperately|
|and he was incredibly tolerant for a young guy|
|Buddy! another resident of the 'fat field'|
These pictures barely scratch the surface of my childhood memories and the horses that have been most important and influential to me. But they still prove Genny's point: I am pretty darn happy in every single photo, and these horses are and will always be in my heart.
|Harry, the ottb i showed for a couple years in rochester|
|he gave me my first real taste of success in the show ring, including getting my name on a couple perpetual trophies|
As I've gotten older and become more accountable for the resources that are devoted to horses instead of, say, literally anything else, my mind more easily clouds with expectations and goals and rules and ambitions and wanting to be better and and and...
And I DO want to be better. I DO have goals.
And I pretty firmly believe that we MUST be accountable for the resources we expend in this hobby. There has to be some sort of reward, fulfillment, or value added from all the blood, sweat, and tears, all the time, energy and cold hard cash we pour into it.
|he was the most fun ever to jump|
|so many fond memories of this horse!|
But Genny's post was an important (and timely!) reminder to not get confused about what the end game really is: deriving joy in its purest form.
At the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants, and mine wants horses in my life.