Confidence
Submitted by My Garden Spot Blog
I just had an interesting conversation with an online friend of mine (one of my American Gothic Chicks ). We were talking about confidence and how that made the difference when people decided that you were attractive, or…not.
me: and go to get my new shoes (diabetic, with orthopedic inserts–sexy eh?)
V: sexy is comfortable walking
get that swagger
me: lol
mine’s more a stagger than a swagger
V: work with what you’ve got
me: but I have SO MUCH
Valerie: confidence!
me: and it jiggles
Valerie: Vi has gained weight and she’s never looked more beautiful than she does in those wedding pics.
( oh yeah!! one of our Chicks got remarried.. to a guy that is pure deee wonderful to her..and she deserves a lot of happiness!)
me: happiness will do that for you
Valerie: and confidence
you’re going to make me use your own line:
fake it til you make it
me: yes ma’am…
I shall ma’am
V: lol
some day I’ll have confidence…then I’ll be unstoppable
me: yah, ’cause you are already pretty and sexy and smart…
you could wipe the floor with most women
V: lol…no
me: just occurred to me: confidence must work…’cause sure as heck… Paris Hilton ain’t got nothin’ else
V: there you go
V: I’ve never been particularly successful in anything I’ve done
with a little confidence, maybe that’d change (that’s BS, btw–she’s brilliant, Phd, got a great hubby and the cutest little girl, and is generally successful at everything she does)
me: time to get up on that horse and let’r rip
V: lol
you’re coming with me
me: sigh..
I’d like to go horseback riding again.
I was pretty good
V: I’ve never ridden a horse…successfully
me: it’s not really hard
V: I either can’t get the horse to move or I can’t get it to stop
me: you just have to balance and pretend you’re bigger than the horse and in charge.
Horses like to know who’s in charge
and it best be the person in the saddle
V: that’s an apt metaphor
me: yep
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I really would like to ride a horse again. I really was pretty good. I rode western most of the time, but when I was put on English saddles I rode well. I’d only read about the way to ride on an English saddle, but I knew I was supposed to post.
I was on a Girl Scout trip, and we were visiting a in Kentucky, where we got to visit a trainer/breeder of some fine horses. They asked for a volunteer to get up on the horse, and I raised my hand. I didn’t tell them it was the first time I’d ever been on an English saddle.
When things seemed to be going well, they let me tell the horse to speed up. I remember the horse had a surprisingly rough transition between his trot and lope, but it didn’t bother me too much. As we slowed down, I was ready for the rough bit and had figured out how to ride through it.
As I got off, they asked me how many years I’d been riding. “Oh,” says I, “mostly I’ve ridden western. This is the first time I’ve ever been on an English saddle. It was very interesting and I finally got to post! I’d never done that before, just read about it a lot.”
The trainer and the owner ( a girl a little older than I) got really quiet.
I do like surprising people.
