I've had some conversations with friends this weekend that got me thinking.
I am not a super pretty rider.
I really, really wish I was. I know what textbook correct looks like and eventually, I want to be there. Part of my hang up is that I simply haven't had a lot of dressage lessons. The other part is more complex.
|just a few months post-track|
Courage is starting to feel like a grown-up "trained" horse, which means he's more rideable, which means I can pay more attention to what I'm doing and a little less to being where he needs me each stride. I can tell you every single stride why I'm doing what I'm doing. It may not be the prettiest, but it's what my horse needs in the moment.
I'm going to be a little vain here, but it's hard to argue with my results. Courage has gone from this:
|also the indoor was a bloody brilliant decision|
With me in the irons.
I used to bemoan the fact that my dressage position was sketchy at best, but anymore, I'm grateful that I didn't have to trash a beautiful position to train my horse (because for real, a greenie will wreck your position) and then have to hate myself for losing it. Instead, I'm excited that Courage is at a point where I can start to build a good position.
|ooooo look i rode not-courage!|
|this is pretty|
Courage and I are finally in a good place together. I rode through his shenanigans last year because I had to, but this year we've reached an accord--he trusts me to not ask more than he can give and I trust him to do what I've asked. To me, that's the most important part. Looking pretty in the saddle will come. The movements will come.