Yeah, I’ll get to the title of this post. I know I should be talking about my excessively long editing process, but really there isn’t much to well, talk about it. It’s slow and tedious and I constantly need to stop myself from reading it and go back to editing…two very different things. As for reading, I’m finally finishing up my re-read of Harry Potter. I’m almost mid-way through Deathly Hallows. I forgot details that makes me glad I went through the process to read them again. I’m going to write up something when I’m completely done, because it’s Harry Potter for crying out loud and it deserves a post.
But for now, allow me to gush.
I was in a horse show this weekend, my and my first time riding in the hunters since I was 17. Before that I showed once in November in the jumpers and hadn’t done anything since I was on the riding team in college when I was 19. (So as not to bog down this post with explanations I’ll hyperlink phrases to definitions). Sure I’ve been riding off and on, but I haven’t had proper trainer since I was a kid. It was a good show. I can’t say “I could have done better,” because the horse I’ve been riding is difficult and hasn’t been in the show ring for a while. I’m learning so much from him though. It would bore you to tears though and unless you’re in the industry it would probably go over your head, so just take my word for it. Anyway, I forget how much I missed the competition aspect. I love riding. Horses are my raison d’etre. I always choose them. I could have tried acting again out here. I could have free weekends. I could do a lot of stuff, but in the end, I’ll always choose the horses firt.
“Bread may feed my body, but my horse feeds my soul.”