My bum and this....
will meet.
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
On Monday I am going to take an English lesson...and not the kind that involves a bunch of verbs, nouns and spelling bees. And guess what I am not even that nervous about it! What I really feel, oddly enough, is... liberated. Because I have placed absolutely NO expectations on my ability to ride well on Monday. As a matter of fact, I am virtually guaranteed to suck. And that, for me, comes as a welcome relief.
Why?
Because I have a driving ambition when it comes to reining... I want to be good... no, great! I have idols that I want to emulate. I have a fixed idea in my head of what I want my body to be doing...even if I cant seem to get it done. And most importantly, I understand how badly I suck at reining...because I have a clear idea of where I want to be... and just how far I am from being there. Sometimes I even want to do something right soooo bad that I get in my own way.
Which is why my lesson Monday will come as a welcome relief. All I have to do is show up and try. That's it... just try, learn, have fun and broaden my equine horizons.
How do they say giddy-up in the English world? Tally-ho!?!
