Penguin_Toes
Well-Known Member
I am asking you all to give me some perspective and a good talking to!
Before I start I just want to mention that I know how lucky I am and what a first world/non-problem this is.
I have a little boy (turning five on Friday), I work full time in a pretty full on role and have a husband that travels for work. I am 36 and feeling like I will never be a part of the horse world again and that it would be easier to just sell all my things and put it all behind me instead of continuing on with a pipe dream that I might one day get back to where I was with it all.
When I was young I would volunteer all day at the riding school, not even for a ride at the end of the day, just for the privilege of mucking out!
My parents finally got me a loan horse in my late teens, then I had two of my own in my twenties and had the time of my life. There were ups and downs, vet issues and things, but I had a trailer and was out and about doing little one day events and hunter trials, nothing serious, just fun 80cm things.
I sold up and moved back to where I grew up and had my son. All my horsey contacts and friends are far away now. I did by a nice horse in early 2022 but I very much bought a horse to suit 24 year old me, who was a little spicy and needed riding 5 times a week which I couldn't manage easily. I sold him easily so that was fine, then loaned a lovely mare through the summer but she was taken back at short notice by the owner. I now have a private lesson once a week at a good riding school which I enjoy.
Realistically I won’t be able to loan/own for a few more years, I don’t have the time with my son, job and my husband occasionally being away. I am just feeling despondent about it all. I’m really enjoying my lessons, but at the same time I have this stupid chip on my shoulder that I am just back to where I was at seven years old.
My sister got me a lovely silver bracelet for Christmas with a snaffle bit on it. I’m reluctant to wear it because I almost feel like one of those men who wear Ferrari branded clothes. I know this makes no sense but it is the perfect example of how irrational I am feeling at the moment.
I think I am missing my horsey contacts and I am feeling like I am running out of time. I’m looking for someone to (gently) tell me to get a grip and that it will be entirely possible to pick things back up properly in my early forties and still have some fun with it all.
Before I start I just want to mention that I know how lucky I am and what a first world/non-problem this is.
I have a little boy (turning five on Friday), I work full time in a pretty full on role and have a husband that travels for work. I am 36 and feeling like I will never be a part of the horse world again and that it would be easier to just sell all my things and put it all behind me instead of continuing on with a pipe dream that I might one day get back to where I was with it all.
When I was young I would volunteer all day at the riding school, not even for a ride at the end of the day, just for the privilege of mucking out!
My parents finally got me a loan horse in my late teens, then I had two of my own in my twenties and had the time of my life. There were ups and downs, vet issues and things, but I had a trailer and was out and about doing little one day events and hunter trials, nothing serious, just fun 80cm things.
I sold up and moved back to where I grew up and had my son. All my horsey contacts and friends are far away now. I did by a nice horse in early 2022 but I very much bought a horse to suit 24 year old me, who was a little spicy and needed riding 5 times a week which I couldn't manage easily. I sold him easily so that was fine, then loaned a lovely mare through the summer but she was taken back at short notice by the owner. I now have a private lesson once a week at a good riding school which I enjoy.
Realistically I won’t be able to loan/own for a few more years, I don’t have the time with my son, job and my husband occasionally being away. I am just feeling despondent about it all. I’m really enjoying my lessons, but at the same time I have this stupid chip on my shoulder that I am just back to where I was at seven years old.
My sister got me a lovely silver bracelet for Christmas with a snaffle bit on it. I’m reluctant to wear it because I almost feel like one of those men who wear Ferrari branded clothes. I know this makes no sense but it is the perfect example of how irrational I am feeling at the moment.
I think I am missing my horsey contacts and I am feeling like I am running out of time. I’m looking for someone to (gently) tell me to get a grip and that it will be entirely possible to pick things back up properly in my early forties and still have some fun with it all.