The third instalment of Confessions of a Coaching Intern. A series in which I re-visit my experiences as an equestrian coach-in-training, 1995-1997.
Enjoy the ride!
Finding Clarity with a Pitch Fork and a Song (Freshly Pressed)
After granny’s passing I had the sense that her death meant a resurrection for me. Honouring her memory by doing something meaningful with my life, by doing something that would have made her proud, became really important.
I believed that she would have been pleased for me to start taking my life back. And I believed she would have been doubly-pleased for me to involve horses somehow. She’d loved horses.
My original intent was to apply to the agricultural college in Olds, Alberta.
However, as I was going through the motions toward this goal a conversation with a riding instructor at a barn where I found…
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