yo Lynds, call me crazy, but for some strange reason i've taken an affinity to talking to friends and cell phones... ;)
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you know, the more i dance, the more i remember how much i enjoy/love dressage. not in the "oh yes, i remember that" sort of way, like when you're listening to great-aunt matilda's family stories, but a deeper type of remembering...one done without the mind.
it made me want to go out to the barn at night and school.
yet the irony; almost seems like an injustice.
i came back, in part, to WA this summer so i could ride. but i've done anything but. inadaquacies and technicalities, stripped me of passion, and i can count on one hand the number of times ive ridden in the last 4-5 weeks.
ballroom will never-- can never-- replace riding; i dont have the same drive, the same aspirations, the same aplitudes. yet it can be a subsitute, something that i can do-- and enjoy doing-- when riding isn't there. it opens up a whole new area of the globe for me.
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you know, the more i dance, the more i remember how much i enjoy/love dressage. not in the "oh yes, i remember that" sort of way, like when you're listening to great-aunt matilda's family stories, but a deeper type of remembering...one done without the mind.
it made me want to go out to the barn at night and school.
yet the irony; almost seems like an injustice.
i came back, in part, to WA this summer so i could ride. but i've done anything but. inadaquacies and technicalities, stripped me of passion, and i can count on one hand the number of times ive ridden in the last 4-5 weeks.
ballroom will never-- can never-- replace riding; i dont have the same drive, the same aspirations, the same aplitudes. yet it can be a subsitute, something that i can do-- and enjoy doing-- when riding isn't there. it opens up a whole new area of the globe for me.
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