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loving this summer and hating it all at once

lets just hold on to hope

”Tomorrow, 13th of June, it will have been exactly one year since we graduated from Alléskolan Hbg. For three years we spent so much time and energy in that place trying to accomplish greatness over and over again; (the kind of greatness measured in grades that is), and that most of us hoped would bring us straight to the futures we wanted; the universities we wanted to go to, jobs we wanted to get etc.”

Aldrig har hemma känts så långt bort

Jaja, jag vet att jag skriver för lite; men ursäkta mig då; tentor konstant och trött däremellan (om det kan finnas något ”emellan”  i konstant…)

lol nej jag orkar inte skriva nu heller

”Last nights conversation I would have considered impossible two months ago…”

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dont worry; not getting rid of this one

Made it but that was a close call; could just as easily have fallen back into old patterns; amazed at this new strength…

I keep amazing myself with my own lack of confidence; in both myself and others; it never used to be there; not like this anyway. Everything is fine; in fact; great. But still; something keeps surfacing and I am not sure what it is or how to handle it. I’m lost. And yet I’m the only one who has any chance at solving it. Brilliant.

Really not in the mood…

Sun is shining; weather seems warm; an absolutely beautiful day… And what do I have to do? Laundry, organise my room, revise for exams, deal with half a ton of washing up and revise some more…

Don’t we love it?

Only 4 days of yards left me happy

No sure, history doesn’t repeat itself; but humanity’s stupidity does…

Born roughly two hours ago; Tindra is a healthy little blue-eyed absolutely gorgeous thing with all fingers and toes in place; congrats to my lucky stepsister and her fiancé

It started when I was ten; his name was Ernie and he was a small white cross-bred pony belonging to a friend of mine on Kelly Road in Australia. I bounced around bareback on the trotting Ernie in my friends backyard, while her poor father had to run round leading him. I had always liked horses before; but with Ernie things changed; back home we say you get ”horse-bitten”; which doesn’t refer to actually being bitten , but getting hooked, and there was no turning back.

Back home I started riding the ponies of friends; reading every book I could find on the subject, fact and fiction; begging my parents to let me take riding lessons. Eventually I was allowed to do so; and then; three years later; Dream came into my life.

A twelve year old ex-trotter, he wasn’t really right for me I guess on looking back at it, and he was probably even more wrong for my sisters who had none or little experience of horses and riding. But in seven years; Dream has come so far; I have managed to turn him into a safe riding horse; he’s sometimes still a prat when I ride; but only to test who’s boss; he’s brilliant with beginners; loves kids and has the sweetest of hearts. Getting to this point wasn’t easy though.

Dream and me

I have fallen off so many times; I have been terrified to the point of not even daring get on him for weeks and only doing so under the threat of him being sold. For six months I couldn’t more than walk and trot him; I was so scared. But every time I have come off and got back on; every time I have once more dared gallop him across a field; every time I have managed to prove to myself that I can, despite all the fears and doubts; well, those moments are so strong; I can’t describe the feeling. It’s brilliant.

I still get scared of riding; but even when I am the most frightened from getting on; I cannot help loving the horses and wanting to try; and dealing with them from the ground is just as rewarding.

I don’t know for sure what I’ll be doing with my future; but I do know that I will; at some point; have my own yard; with beautiful and well behaved horses which I have trained myself.

What can I say? I’m hooked on horses. And I can’t help it

Well; here I am; one final day before I’m back on yards… Good fun… Not!

But I need to start working anyway; those exams will come at some point; and if I dont pass; well; that’d be bad.

How dare you? She is getting over you, don’t you get it? You are making it so hard for her; she’s just a kid. Leave her alone.

Skriver på svenska mest för att djävlas med S; lol, han kommer ha besvär att översätta detta hihi

Ja, jo vi är ihop; bidde som på riktigt då jag hade varit borta en o en halv vecka; jag har nog aldri sakna nån så mkt som jag saknade honom medan jag var borta; och att komma hem kändes jättebra; och vi är fortfarande vi; så mycket har inte ändrats; bortsett från benämingen

Stalltjänst nästa vecka igen; vill inte påstå att jag är på humör för det; men vad ska man göra? Inte länge kvar nu

ah, kramisar på er alla