I had my next to last lesson with Wendy today, and it was awful. Okay, maybe not awful, but it wasn’t good. I rode Olive, and I was anxious and unsettled and so was she (probably my fault) and it felt weird and uncomfortable and like I couldn’t do anything right. Objectively, I improved as the lesson went on. Objectively, a lesson like that is a good thing because it forces me to focus on things I don’t have to think about when everything is going well. Subjectively, it’s NOT FUN. It occurred to me that maybe it’s subconscious self-sabotage, like how Mom has said she used to pick fights with Dad before he left on deployment in an effort (again, subconscious) to make saying goodbye easier. If that’s what it was, it SUCKS and I don’t want to do it again. I have one more lesson, I’ll probably ride Tigger, and I would like to enjoy it, please, brain.
Of course, right after I got her saddle off her, Olive peed all over the barn, so maybe she was uncomfortable, too. Still, even it wasn’t just me, it was certainly a lot me, and I need to not do that.