Love what you do...do what you love

Dirt, the smell of horse poops, a pair of boots, jeans and saddle have become my new norm. The last two Sundays, the weather couldn't have been any more perfect. Warmer temperature, lots of sun made both weekends the perfect time to get out and have some fun. The 2nd and 3rd horse riding lessons continued, except that the hubby needed a break. After two lessons, He admitted he liked horses but not at the same level as my daughter and I so he just took the camera man spot and snapped photos of our adventure instead.   After the 2nd lesson though, I questioned myself if this was something I really wanted to do. Riding a horse for fun or on trail ride versus taking a formal lesson were completely different I realized. I didn't seem to be able to get my posture right. I was stiff just like a stick and was not natural the 2nd time around. While trying to wrap my brain around the whole proper posture/seating (aligning the hip, rib cage and shoulder) and controlling the horse at the same time, it was almost too much. On another thought, it is similar to driving a car (but not quite since this is an animal not an engine). Everything takes time and practice, just don't give up I told myself. I forced myself to continue with the 3rd lesson and to my amazement I did so much better this time around and had loads of fun.   So far I have thoroughly enjoyed my new hobby. Doing something as a family and being close to the animals that I love are a big plus.