Hey! It's the end of the year. That means I'm supposed to have some sort of horsie plan for 2014...
I have no plans.
I have some thoughts: I'd like to do 1-2 events at Pre-Comp, maybe do a real dressage show and try out competitive trail. But, I'm not planning past, "hmm... let's see what happens." Inevitably, whenever I make plans they don't work out. So, it's rather pointless because then I just mourn when they don't come about.
Some of my friends are planning events and clinics and I'm sitting back, not involved. Several years with these ladies, planning always going on this time of year, and then they never happen. Something always comes up on the parts of others. I'm rather tired of planning my life around things that end up not happening.
I do know I'll be going to all of the local club's shows, since I'm the secretary, and can usually ride as well as secretate. There will be trail rides and other social outings I'm sure. All I've concentrated on in the last four years is getting to events and competing. 2014 is going to be about enjoying my horse, however that turns out being.
And because we need a picture, here's the crew coming in for dinner:
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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