How exactly does one introduce one’s self? When asked by The Chronicle of the Horse to write an introduction to my blogging adventure for them, my first effort sounded a lot like a cross between a professional and a dating website bio.
“Anna Corley is an amateur rider from Austin, Texas, who specializes in making a fool of herself in the show ring, stuffing adorable gray and black faces with cookies, and collecting tack like only a borderline hoarder would be capable of. She enjoys long walks on the beach, sunshine, and drinking wine with great food.”
Why is it that the American collective consciousness accepts that your life path has endless possibilities exclusively when you are 18-25 years of age?
We all hear as children and young adults that we can be anything that we want to be. Then, somehow, a door closes and you don’t change your path again after you have passed that 30-year mark. Why is it that way in this land known for chasing life’s dreams? Do we stop dreaming midway through our lives?
Now that I’ve been in France for over a month, I feel a bit more confident in saying I know how the barn runs. So aside from the fact that the majority of the people speak French, I would say a barn is a barn is a barn.
It’s been exactly a year since one of my favorite horses, Waitangi Notebook, better known as “Mouse,” suffered a serious pasture accident. She slipped and fell in her paddock running from the sound of gunshots in the woods.
When she got up, it was immediately apparent she sustained significant trauma to her left hind pastern, but the damage ended up being worse than we initially thought.
TUESDAY: All: We have arrived! We will all settle in and be incredibly mature. Don't look so shocked, lady.
WEDNESDAY: Fender: Whee! Florida! I'm going to try and buck you off.
Danny: Me too! In between, I will give you about the most amazing feeling you've ever gotten from a horse in your life. This means that someday, you'll be able to control me when I'm this up, and it will be the kind of thing that will get you HUGE scores at CDI Grand Prix. But that day is not today. WHAT WAS THAT OVER THERE?!
My morning routine tends to be very predictable. However, today as I went to put on my much loved but very worn riding boots, I had the major wardrobe malfunction that every rider dreads.
I’ve ignored the holes in my boots for months, laughing off the fact that they could be considered borderline peep-toes. But as both zippers broke on the same day, it was like the universe was saying, “Enough already!”