I have so much more respect for barn owners and managers now, especially those that have real jobs outside the barn. I was putting in 12+ hour days during the week; leaving my house by 6:15am and not getting home till 7pm every night. And for the most part I wasn't riding or working my horses that much. I was lunging McKenna, but just enough so she wouldn't go stir crazy in her stall. With Buddy I would hop on bareback and cruise around for 10-15 minutes a couple times a week.
It got to the point where I was having weekly panic attacks/hysterical sobbing sessions. I dreaded going out to the barn, especially during the busy afternoon hours where I would have to see/interact with everyone. I'd pull up and see what whose cars were there and then plan how long I wanted/needed to stay and how best to work around who was there. I did have to get after people, "No you can't ride that horse", "The fields are closed for winter riding/turnout", "Your board/lease payment is late",....you get the idea. I hated doing so, it made me feel like a bitch, and I would get progressively madder as time went on. Part of the reason I wasn't riding was because I know if I rode in a bad mood I'd take it out on my horse and that is in no way fair to them.
|Sassy pants on her birthday|
But my barn owner's have been back for a week, and already I feel so much better. I've managed to ride McKenna three times in the last week and Buddy twice. I think I only rode McKenna twice while they were gone, sorry mare!
She turned 6 on Valentine's Day and got a big hand full of peppermints. She's surprised me with how good she's been under saddle for as little as I've done with her in the past 6wks. She had a lightbulb moment the other day when I was trying a baby leg yield to help soften and bend her. Gave me a nice balanced trot, bending to the inside and holding a frame.