Thursday, January 5, 2012

I Need a Horse...or at least I think I do.


In a move to prove to my husband that I really need a horse, I entered our barn alone for the first time in weeks. Well, the dogs water was frozen so I guess proving that I'm ready for a horse wasn't the only reason but still...it was a extra motivator. 

Anyone who keeps up with this blog knows why I don't like going into our barn. It's scary BUT I did it. Pretty pleased with myself. 

So...back to this horse business. I grew up riding & loved it. But, then, life happened....teen hormones, boys & a social life began to get in the way & I walked away. Well, now I want it back. I want the peaceful feeling that comes from looking into those big, soulful eyes, the clear perspective seen only though the ears of a horse...you get it...I want a horse. 



I think it should be illegal to live in the country with a barn in your backyard & not own a horse. Right?

I am as obsessive as they come. When I get my mind on something there is no talking me out of it...unless, I am the one to talk me out of it. SO, in a move to finally put this issue to rest one way or another, I signed up to volunteer this weekend at a local stable. Basically, in exchange for dirty work around the barn I will get to ride for free. Waking up at the crack of dawn to muck stalls, clear trails & groom horses will either remind me how much work owning a horse would be and lead me to realize that I really like sleeping in & do not in fact want a horse or its going to push this obsession to a whole new level of crazy.

The guy at the barn suggested that I wear something that I can both work & ride in...I had nothing that fit the bill so I had to buy some boots yesterday. The fact that I am willing to wear said boots is yet another testimony to my commitment to the issue. They are not cute...in fact, they are the furthest thing from it. They are however the most comfortable boots I have ever put on, they are perfect for mucking around (insulated, water resistant) and have soles suitable for stirrups.

So, fingers crossed...but I'm not sure what exactly they are crossed for. Part of me wants to be talked out of this because, lets face it, there is nothing practical about owning a horse. Most of me wants to fall back in love. All of me wants to know which way this whole thing shakes out. 

I'll keep you posted!
XO,
Fiquet

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