** Warning: Random **
A friend of mine is looking at buying a horse. I had just agreed to buy a funky little pony and I get a link from my friend to a horse she’s looking at buying.
This is my purchase:
Friend’s prospect (4 year old Andalusian):
It’s so fancy that I don’t even know what color it is.
It comes with a fancy price tag too.
I got an email from a barn manager in OH about an upcoming Pam Goodrich clinic. I had asked the barn manager last year to let me know if Goodrich was coming back because I was desperate to lesson with her again. Desperate! Could damn near taste it.
Is that sick? I’m not sick. I just think Goodrich is freaking awesome. And scary. But really funny. and scary. And extremely knowledgeable and very patient.
I don’t have a horse to ride! I’m not paying $175 dollars for one lesson while riding a green-broke pony I purchased the month before. That’s ludicrous.
I’m a dressage rider who aspires to ride upper levels, but can only afford a lower level horse. I watch friends purchase gorgeous, well-bred warmbloods, but struggle to ride them. It doesn’t matter what you buy. It matters how well you ride, and how much fun you have riding what you have. If you don’t have either, then quality of the horse will never matter.
** That’s my pep talk to myself.