I want to go ride right now. I want to be sitting in my dressage saddle, sitting deep and wrapping my leg around the horse to help support them and encourage them into a comfortable frame. I want to be on a feisty horse that wants to jump well. I want to be on a horse that I’ll be teaching, but he’ll be teaching me equally. But no, I’m sitting in the library doing homework.
If you don’t love your horse more than you love air, if you don’t drool at the sight of open pastures or a freshly grated arena, if you don’t have the urge to flip off anyone who says you stink like horse because that’s the goddamn best smell in the world to you, if you don’t consider one of your happy places in your mind to be the barn at that cool and crisp early evening when the sun is going down and the world seems at peace, if you don’t feel like you become superman or superwoman when your feet are in the stirrups, then what the hell are you doing here?