What I really want to discuss is the idea of advancement in dressage. I don’t know a single upper level rider that I knew as a lower level rider. Do you?
Maybe I don’t know enough people…
What I see are people consistently training up through First or Second and then having to start all over again, and again, and again, and again.
I’m not saying a person couldn’t be content training different horses through the lower levels, but I feel as if I’m missing out by not having experienced a true upper level ride. All those basics that are so vital converging into a perfect unity of horse and rider…. or maybe it’s nothing like that… how would I know. I’ve never been there.
Dressage has become almost a love/hate relationship for me. The ultimate bad boy that draws you in with an elusive enticement of power and control. Or maybe it’s the group of high school, super popular girls that give you a brief moment of their attention only to tell you your clothes, hair, face aren’t good enough to hang with them. Except clothes, hair, face mean horse, rider, trainer. Because regardless of how much you try, without all three of those components (horse, rider, trainer) you’re capped at Second eternally.
I know that a lot of times reality gets in the way of dreams, and heck, a lot of dreams once acquired are a let down. But I know a lot of people, and i should know at least one person who actually achieved the upper level dream, right? Who the heck is achieving upper levels?
Then again, maybe my income bracket isn’t level with those people… Maybe that’s the issue? Or maybe my crappy state chased all the advancing riders out by making this white crap fall from the sky for 6 months straight. I’m just saying… I don’t know the reaons.
I guess what I’m saying is I’m scared. I’m scared that five years from now I’ll be exactly where I am right now.
And more achy.
… and with a piss poor 401k because I blew it all on dressage lessons.
Eating canned cat food I pried open with a knife because I can’t afford tuna AND dressage lessons.
All while still poorly riding Second level, on a spiffy warmblood I couldn’t afford.
I may be a tad bitter today….