Riding Regrets

I am one of those deeply reflective types that still remembers that one awkward time I called a teacher Mom in grade school. Safe to say, I remember lots, and not always for the better.

Riding is an escape for me, and while there is tons I wish I could do better, there are not a plethora of memories that I truly regret.

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I don’t regret touring this spot though. :O

There are times when I wish I had been more knowledgeable at the time, particularly when I was riding with trainers that did not always have the horses best interests at heart. I never witnessed anything truly heinous, but I did see treatment that now leaves me disquieted.

Horse related troubles aside (so difficult to do, may be another post for that), riding offers its own regrets that I have to live with.

I was lucky as a kid that my parents entertained my riding up until I was a certain age. I wish I really basked in the glory of those times, because I don’t think I realized how difficult it would be to afford a daily riding frequency as an adult.

I try to be as thankful as I can be for what I can get these days, because that’s what I should have done back then, rather than wish for more chances to show or more glamorous opportunities.

I also regret not absorbing, writing, and thinking more when I had chances to do clinics with really knowledgeable horsepeople. To an extent, I am still in disbelief that I had the time in front of who I did. I really had no business doing that with my scrappy trakehner.

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Not the Trakehner, but instead my favorite donkey.

I’ve evolved from this thinking. For the better, thankfully.

Watching the big horse shows always challenges my envy, which I have nearly conquered now. I don’t watch with bitterness anymore. Now, I can appreciate great riders at the top of their game without wondering, what if…..

Unless you are an Olympic level rider, there will always be something just out of reach. And even the Olympic level rider have their own troubles to navigate. If we are so concerned with climbing to the next summit, we can never appreciate the view.

So the goal now? No regrets.

 

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