And fuck you, blogger. "Smush" is a fucking word.
So let's revisit 2014's goals.
1. Diversify! Cross that bad boy off. We went to more gaming shows than we did dressage shows, and we did horse trials while were at it. Plus I broke out the cart a couple times this year just for funsies.
3. The Big T. Noooo, we failed at this one again. I just couldn't get my shit together for stadium, and my amigo wasn't much of a help. We would have aced the dressage though, and Novice cross country fences looked like a snooze all year, so that at least is a win.
|barefoot hops like a boss.|
I was dreading looking back on this year's goals because I knew I hadn't met that Training goal, and so I assumed I'd failed at everything else as well. But that was the only thing we didn't do, and I'm not even upset about it. I just wish, you know, that we didn't suck so very fucking badly at stadium is all.
On to 2015, bitches!
1. Year of the jumping. Dudes, it's got to be done. No diversifying this time around. 2015 is going to be about getting around as many jump courses away from home as
1. Zen and the Art of KEEP CALM AND LEG ON. (Bonus if you got that reference.) My only goal for myself is to not feed the crazies in my head. I want calm, cool, and collected jumping rounds. Focus, Carly. Focus.