How to improve your dressage seat and deter “hovering”

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You can do this in one easy step!

1. kill your knee.

If you want 3 easy steps: prance, slip and plummet on a hard surface (at home to sound super stupid).

Now it’s uncomfortable to post and uncomfortable to hover and you will be forced to sit more often! Well, assuming that you have made it onto the horse anyway. Umm…

Aside from that, it’s fairly effective. No other better deterrence like pain! How come I never see anything about this technique? lol.

True story though!

Letting it Go

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Ok, I will admit it. I cannot let things go. Things that annoy me that is or just conflict in general.

It just sit there and irks me until….it stops I guess. I seem to just hang onto mistakes and am seemingly unable to let the damn thing go. It’s hard to let things go and if the other person doesn’t let it go, then it will just linger there. Awkwardly.

It gets stuck in my head. I cannot seem to forget it. I’m likely if I can think about anything else.

I am also terrible at arguments. I seem to lose them all and just be incredibly peeved after.

It’s like my head is a giant catch-all or something.

I’m still feeling awkward about the giant explosion I had with my then-employment agency two months ago!

How do you forget? It’s like unseeing something. Or unreading something. Or unthinking something. It’s rather hard!

At the End

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About a week ago, ok two weeks ago… (Sept 7) I saw my grandpa for the last time. He was dying. We all knew that. But we didn’t know that he’d be gone the next afternoon.

It was at 9pm in the dark halls. He was heavily drugged, sedated. Although he could almost open his eyes, his eyes were rolling back. Hovering between the lands of the dead and the living.

He had been sick since February but it was only the last month that things quickly went downhill. But he had already came to terms of it. In a way, it seemed he had sort of willed death to come. As if he had submitted to the dying of the light. Not rage. Acceptance.

When given time to, most people when faced with death will accept it.

I’m scared of death. I will admit it. What is it like not living?

But like┬ámany artists I’m intrigued.

At the End

peering into life
ready for the other side
just another door

when all the images fade
the sounds quieten
all the feeling numbs
unscented and tasteless


I don’t know. I wasn’t that close to him although I did knew him fairly well. He was like the jester. I guess he’s the first person that I’ve actually knew to have died.

But it was quick. 7 months. It takes less time to have a baby.

PS: Honestly, I’m kind of afraid of his possible ghost. He’s was the guy that got kids to touch that bug zapper (which looks like a racket). Of course he’ll go boo!!