i don't know how to do this...
i don't know how i'm gonna make it through the next 4 months, and really anytime after that, with out coming across as stuck up and conceited.
one of the greatest things about Miari is that for most of the time i spent there, i was the low man on the totem pole: while everyone else was riding the higher levels of dressage, i was at the bottom, struggling to climb the ladder. a lot of people had names for themselves, reputations either through awards or acheivement or for being a calander girl or whatever and i was a bit of a nobody. plus they had warmbloods, or if not a warmblood, then a fancy substitue. i had this thing off the track; athletic, yes, but not without a few screws loose in between the ears. but it kept me humble, kept me sane, and gave me some really awesome role models. and i always had anne around with a ready fist incase i did start to become conceited.
fast forward a few years~
out here, i guess one might say im towards the top of the totem pole: if not by show experience, then by knowledge and connections. and i forget to watch my tounge sometimes: like reminicing about my experiences in Germany, or the problems i encountered in the higher levels, like getting the horse to sit and not spin in the canter pirotte (sp) and the feeling of riding a line of twos... cuz while it was peer support and problem solving back home, its high above most riders here.
God's given me such an amazing support system: back in WA--Anne, Kari, Beth and Kim-- and out here-- Kiara, Nadine, Marija (plus the IVCF girls). But considering the caliber of barn that I am about to go off to, I'm afraid of getting conceited; i'm afraid of alinating those who i love and care about the most-- in the sport as well as out of the sport. Yet, this is where i've been, where i'm going. Oh Lord, let me attribute it all to you, and none of it to me.
And for those of you who are around me, if i EVER start getting too big for my britches (even in non-horse things), smack me hard up side the head. PLEEEEEASE.
On a slightly different topic, i'm realizing that i'm gonna need to by a few more pairs of breeches; however in looking through the catalog tonight, i see that my favorites have increased so dirasticaly in price over teh past 2.5 years, that they're nearly $100. talk about sticker shock. and i need to buy at least 2 pair. *gulp*
i don't know how i'm gonna make it through the next 4 months, and really anytime after that, with out coming across as stuck up and conceited.
one of the greatest things about Miari is that for most of the time i spent there, i was the low man on the totem pole: while everyone else was riding the higher levels of dressage, i was at the bottom, struggling to climb the ladder. a lot of people had names for themselves, reputations either through awards or acheivement or for being a calander girl or whatever and i was a bit of a nobody. plus they had warmbloods, or if not a warmblood, then a fancy substitue. i had this thing off the track; athletic, yes, but not without a few screws loose in between the ears. but it kept me humble, kept me sane, and gave me some really awesome role models. and i always had anne around with a ready fist incase i did start to become conceited.
fast forward a few years~
out here, i guess one might say im towards the top of the totem pole: if not by show experience, then by knowledge and connections. and i forget to watch my tounge sometimes: like reminicing about my experiences in Germany, or the problems i encountered in the higher levels, like getting the horse to sit and not spin in the canter pirotte (sp) and the feeling of riding a line of twos... cuz while it was peer support and problem solving back home, its high above most riders here.
God's given me such an amazing support system: back in WA--Anne, Kari, Beth and Kim-- and out here-- Kiara, Nadine, Marija (plus the IVCF girls). But considering the caliber of barn that I am about to go off to, I'm afraid of getting conceited; i'm afraid of alinating those who i love and care about the most-- in the sport as well as out of the sport. Yet, this is where i've been, where i'm going. Oh Lord, let me attribute it all to you, and none of it to me.
And for those of you who are around me, if i EVER start getting too big for my britches (even in non-horse things), smack me hard up side the head. PLEEEEEASE.
On a slightly different topic, i'm realizing that i'm gonna need to by a few more pairs of breeches; however in looking through the catalog tonight, i see that my favorites have increased so dirasticaly in price over teh past 2.5 years, that they're nearly $100. talk about sticker shock. and i need to buy at least 2 pair. *gulp*
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Maybe, just love people for who they are? And just use such insights such as what skill level they are at, or different weaknesses or different strengths they have, as a tool to help them, protect them, or help them grow into the person God knows they are.
Who got designs a person to be, even if they aren't it yet, is a much more accurate way to know someone. For beginners won't stay beginners all that long. Even long term addictions will come to pass. It's like a broken bone or just learning to walk--it's good that we know it and can work on it, but it's still temporary.
And most of the time they know that they have a broken bone but don't know that God designed them to walk. So seeing them as God made them to be and treating them like that's who they are, that will help both you and them.
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Or at least it's a considering-it's-source-good crack-pot theory.
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