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Einstein would be proud of my Insanity...
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.
You certainly aren't running out of time. I have a friend regularly jumping for her riding club team and she is 76. I have another friend in her 80s who rides her own pony. I'm 65 soon and I backed my last horse at 63.
I can completely understand your sense of loss after the abrupt way your loan ended, but you've got plenty of time yet.
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