30/05/2026
This weekend was one of those reminders that success and disappointment can sit side by side.
We've had such a lovely two days. Hot. Bothered. Hormonal. Slightly resembling a melted ice cream by the end of it. 🫠🤣
But I'm proud of myself for persevering through the heat, the pain, and the moments when I really could have quite happily sat under a tree with a cold drink instead.
And Mr Consistent?
Well... he went and got himself another 2nd place. 🤣
2nd in the RIHS. 2nd in the LIHS.
Under four different judges.
At this point I feel like he's personally committed to keeping me humble. 🤣🤣
That was our last RIHS qualifier for this year, so that dream is parked for now. The funny thing is, RIHS wasn't even really on my radar. I started doing them as warm-up and then accidentally caught the bug.
You know how it goes...
"I'll just do one."
Fast forward and suddenly you're studying qualification criteria at midnight and convincing yourself this is all perfectly normal. 🤣
After the RIHS class I felt really disappointed.
Not angry. Not upset with him. Just disappointed.
And instead of pushing it away, I sat with it.
Because disappointment is allowed. It usually comes from caring deeply about something.
When I dug a little deeper, I realised I'd slipped into what we call the fallacy of fairness.
That sneaky little belief that because you've worked hard enough, tried hard enough, sacrificed enough, you somehow deserve the outcome.
And that's my old friend, the Try Hard driver, creeping back in.
The truth is, effort doesn't guarantee results.
It increases opportunities. It improves skills. It builds resilience.
But it doesn't owe us a ticket.
That was a slightly uncomfortable lesson to revisit, but probably one I needed.
Then, as the universe often does, a quote popped up on my phone at exactly the right moment and reminded me that sometimes success isn't about getting the prize.
Sometimes it's about having the courage to keep showing up.
To keep chipping away.
To keep learning.
To keep believing.
And honestly? When I look at him, calmer than Windsor, still full of running after two days in the heat, ears pricked and ready for more, I realise just how far we've come.
A rescued horse. A hard-working amateur. A lot of lessons. A lot of mistakes. A lot of laughter.
And somehow we're still standing in some pretty incredible places.
So we'll dust ourselves off, have a little regroup, and keep going.
Because sometimes the magic isn't in the ticket.
It's in becoming the kind of team capable of earning one. 🖤🐴✨