Flibble
Well-Known Member
I just thought it would be worth posting on the subject of Losing your nerve as I know it has happened to others. Well I lost mine well and truly this time last year no more horses for me and unlike my car keys I didnt find it in any of my pockets.
I lost it because I had the wrong horse and kept him for too long before I faced up to it. Major stress in my life added fuel to the fire plus the fact that I like to do things myself and only want help that fits in with my mindset.
When I call him the wrong horse in fact he was the right horse at the wrong time or with the wrong person.
Having given up completely I sold in May last year but basically lost it in July 2009 got a bit back then lost completely in Dec 2009.
It really brought it home to me when I was having how to stay on a horse who broncs you off lessons when I really needed how to keep your horse in a manner which has him entertained enough not to be full of it. At the same time my Mum was very ill and it was like throwing a match into a box of fireworks.
So I had given up and was slowly letting go sold rugs sold boots etc but kept a stockpile of previous neddys things I cant let go as he was a treasure. It was just by chance in January I decided to sell my saddle.
I took my saddle into local saddlers and a good friend ,who works there, and I were having a good old natter. I mentioned that I was missing the contact and found even poo picking someone elses field fun.
It was suggested that her temporary lodger we will call Sid which isnt her name who worked in the Saddlery area had a nice horse and wanted someone to ride it. Well call him Borrowed Boy.
I agreed to come to the house and meet Sid and Borrowed Boy, knowing full well it would never work as my nerves were shot.
So there he was 17 years old and 15.1 and I think just his size helped as the Wrong Boy was 17hh.
So Sid rode borrowed boy down the lane I followed on my push bike. I liked what I saw and swapped to ride him back. I liked.
I know that horses that walk out too fast are frightening as they might take off BB marches and jogs but I feel safe.
I know that horses who take off full tilt are frightening BB canters at a flat out get out of my way speed but it isnt frightening. He doesnt buck (he does dance sideways) and I find it exhilirating not frightening.
So here I am riding Borrowed Boy several days a week and steering clear of his Mums days off. Mucking him out feeding him and thoroughly enjoying life and horses again.
At the moment I dont need another horse as my riding and helping out is giving Sid the space she needs and I love him to pieces Sids a lovely girl and her fela is a very caring chap.
When I first rode him she told me you could happily hack him down the M5 and while this is very true I wouldnt risk the little treasure in those fumes.
So there its is I lost my nerve because I had stuffed it under the wrong saddle I just had to pull it out shake it off and put it back in the right place.
Hopefully if I make sure it is always in the correct place like my car keys I will always find it.
Unlike my Mobile Phone which I have to ring to find it.
I lost it because I had the wrong horse and kept him for too long before I faced up to it. Major stress in my life added fuel to the fire plus the fact that I like to do things myself and only want help that fits in with my mindset.
When I call him the wrong horse in fact he was the right horse at the wrong time or with the wrong person.
Having given up completely I sold in May last year but basically lost it in July 2009 got a bit back then lost completely in Dec 2009.
It really brought it home to me when I was having how to stay on a horse who broncs you off lessons when I really needed how to keep your horse in a manner which has him entertained enough not to be full of it. At the same time my Mum was very ill and it was like throwing a match into a box of fireworks.
So I had given up and was slowly letting go sold rugs sold boots etc but kept a stockpile of previous neddys things I cant let go as he was a treasure. It was just by chance in January I decided to sell my saddle.
I took my saddle into local saddlers and a good friend ,who works there, and I were having a good old natter. I mentioned that I was missing the contact and found even poo picking someone elses field fun.
It was suggested that her temporary lodger we will call Sid which isnt her name who worked in the Saddlery area had a nice horse and wanted someone to ride it. Well call him Borrowed Boy.
I agreed to come to the house and meet Sid and Borrowed Boy, knowing full well it would never work as my nerves were shot.
So there he was 17 years old and 15.1 and I think just his size helped as the Wrong Boy was 17hh.
So Sid rode borrowed boy down the lane I followed on my push bike. I liked what I saw and swapped to ride him back. I liked.
I know that horses that walk out too fast are frightening as they might take off BB marches and jogs but I feel safe.
I know that horses who take off full tilt are frightening BB canters at a flat out get out of my way speed but it isnt frightening. He doesnt buck (he does dance sideways) and I find it exhilirating not frightening.
So here I am riding Borrowed Boy several days a week and steering clear of his Mums days off. Mucking him out feeding him and thoroughly enjoying life and horses again.
At the moment I dont need another horse as my riding and helping out is giving Sid the space she needs and I love him to pieces Sids a lovely girl and her fela is a very caring chap.
When I first rode him she told me you could happily hack him down the M5 and while this is very true I wouldnt risk the little treasure in those fumes.
So there its is I lost my nerve because I had stuffed it under the wrong saddle I just had to pull it out shake it off and put it back in the right place.
Hopefully if I make sure it is always in the correct place like my car keys I will always find it.
Unlike my Mobile Phone which I have to ring to find it.
