Equimotional Performance Coaching

11/01/2026

Checking the weather like…

Right.
So we’ve been at -4 🥶
Frozen buckets. Solid ground. Crispy mornings.

And now next week promises highs of 10 🌡️
…but with rain ☔
…and wind 💨

So not nice warm.
Not useful cold.
Just… wet, windy, emotionally confusing weather.

The kind where:

You’re overdressed but still cold.. but one wheelbarrow push and you're sweating like a human baked potato.

Your coat is too warm until it’s not

The yard is not frozen...yipee..... just squelchy

Your horse is delighted....

You are questioning all your life choices

Give me frost or give me spring.
This in-between nonsense is character building and I’ve had enough growth for one year already.

Anyone else checking the forecast like:
🧐 “Hmm”
🫤 “Right…”
🥴 “Why though”
🤦‍♀️ “Of course it is”

Winter horse people… I see you.
Pass the Starbucks....

11/01/2026

As always.
Here’s your Sunday evening reminder 🌙 "don't let Monday steal your Sunday"

You don’t need to have everything figured out.
You don’t need to feel motivated, organised, or ready.
You don’t need to turn tonight into a planning session for a better version of you.

If all you did this week was show up...., that counts.
If you’re tired, flat, emotional, or quietly proud ....all of that is allowed to coexist.

Let Sunday evening be a soft landing, not a runway.
A pause, not a performance.
A breath before the week — not a judgement on the last one.

Drink the tea.
Stroke the horse (or think about stroking the horse).
Put the pressure down for the night.

Monday can wait.
You are already enough ....exactly as you are, right here. 💛

11/01/2026

When you believe in yourself rather than being fuelled by validation from others…

You move differently.
Quieter.
Steadier.
Less reactive.

You stop scanning the room for approval.
You stop shrinking or performing.
You stop needing everyone to get it.

You make choices because they feel right in your body
not because they’ll be clapped, liked, or explained away.

There’s less urgency.
Less proving.
Less noise.

confidence isn’t loud.
It doesn’t rush.
It doesn’t demand.

It simply is.

Rooted.
Grounded.
Self-led.

That’s the kind of belief that lasts.

11/01/2026

Breaking news…
🚨 Humans make mistakes. 🚨

In a shocking turn of events, scientists have confirmed that humans are, in fact, not robots.
Despite best intentions, colour-coded diaries, reminder apps, and a strong belief that this time we’ll remember everything…

Mistakes still occur.

Sources report these errors may include (but are not limited to):

Forgetting why you walked into a room

Sending the email before attaching the attachment

Ruminating about a conversation from 2014

Putting the kettle on… then forgetting about it

Feeding everyone else perfectly while running on caffeine and vibes

Experts say this is often caused by:
🧠 being tired
🫀 caring deeply
⏰ doing too much
🌧️ existing in winter
🐎 owning horses (a recognised risk factor)

When mistakes are made, humans are observed to respond by:
✔️ apologising repeatedly
✔️ spiralling internally
✔️ questioning their entire personality
✔️ vowing to “do better” without ever resting

Meanwhile, horses remain calm, grounded, and deeply unconcerned ....
👀 “You’re late. This is unacceptable. Also I forgive you.”

Breaking update:
Mistakes do not mean failure.
They mean you are learning, trying, adapting, and alive.

Final advisory:
Be kind to yourself.
You are human .... not broken, not careless, not failing.
Just wonderfully, frustratingly human.

So other humans.....enter the energy with compassion...😘

11/01/2026

11/01/2026

What we can learn from little black cats.

They’ve been misunderstood for centuries.
Labelled unlucky.
Mysterious.
Something to be wary of.

And yet…

They move through the world with quiet confidence.
They don’t rush to prove themselves.
They don’t soften their edges to make others comfortable.
They choose when to come close .... and when to retreat.

Little black cats teach us that:

being quiet doesn’t mean being weak

being cautious doesn’t mean being unfriendly

being selective doesn’t mean being unkind

They trust their instincts.
They observe before they act.
They rest unapologetically.
They show affection when it’s genuine ... not demanded.

They don’t chase approval.
They don’t explain themselves.
They simply are.

Maybe the lesson is this:
you don’t have to be loud to be powerful.
You don’t have to be understood by everyone to be worthy.
And sometimes, the most magical thing you can do
is honour your own nature .... exactly as it is 🖤🐈‍⬛

11/01/2026

Fear protects us from what we can see.
The obvious danger.
The fast-moving threat.
The thing right in front of us.

Anxiety protects us from what we can’t see.
The what ifs.
The imagined futures.
The plans that haven’t happened yet but feel very real in our bodies.

Neither fear nor anxiety is the enemy.
They’re both trying to keep us safe
just working with different information.

Fear says: “Stop. There’s danger here.”
Anxiety says: “Prepare. Something might happen.”

The trouble comes when anxiety starts living permanently in the future,
pulling us away from the only place we can actually respond from ... now.

Sometimes the work isn’t to get rid of anxiety,
but to gently bring ourselves back:

to the body

to the breath

to what is real in this moment

You don’t need to predict everything to be safe.
You don’t need to have it all figured out.

Right now is enough.
And you are allowed to meet the future when it arrives
not live there in advance.

11/01/2026

A sense of self helps us to make good choices.

Not louder choices.
Not faster choices.
Not the ones that look best from the outside.

But the right ones .... for you.

When you know who you are, even a little,
you’re less likely to abandon yourself to please others.
Less likely to override your body.
Less likely to stay where you’re shrinking.

A steady sense of self acts like an internal compass.
It doesn’t remove doubt
but it helps you notice when something feels off…
and when something feels quietly right.

And the thing is
a sense of self isn’t something you either have or don’t have.

It’s built. Through reflection.
Through boundaries.
Through repair.
Through learning to listen inward again.

And every time you choose yourself with honesty and care
that sense of self grows a little stronger.

11/01/2026

There are lots of new faces here, so I thought I’d say hello and share a little about me 💛

I’m Flick .. a (nearly) 41-year-old mum to three humans, and also a proud mum to a horse, dog, cat, chickens and ducks (because one species is never enough).

I did an equine degree from leaving school and then when I was 30 (going through ivf and working full time as an HLTA in an SEN school...part of my all or nothing personality!) .. I retrained to be a BACP integrative counsellor, and I work as trauma-informed as I possibly can ...always learning, always reflecting, always trying to do better.

I have a back ground working with children in the care system, my parents were foster carers and I went on to work in a residential home in my late 20s .... and I think this is what sparked my interest in trauma and therapeutic interventions.

I run Equimotional - Trauma-Informed Training & Resource Hub with Charlie on the training side (go like the page!), and I also facilitate Equimotional sessions myself from my base in Kent.

Outside of that, I’m a big fan of:

McFly

Stranger Things

the moon 🌙

witchy things

medieval times & history

Vikings

and the idea that the horse world can be a supportive, kind community that lifts each other up rather than tearing each other down

I ride competitively and I have non-ridden horses ... because relationships with horses don’t all have to look the same.

I’m really grateful you’re all here.

A few years ago I lost a lot of confidence in posting and showing up on this page. Starting again ... especially during a hard period .... helped me. And if some of the posts have resonated with you too, that genuinely warms my heart.

Thank you for sharing your stories, your thoughts, and your honesty. This space really does sit at the heart of what we want Equimotional to be.

✨ Next Equimotional Coach training runs in June, if you're interested in a new career path hit us up!!
✨ If you’d like a counselling session, or an equine wellbeing session, you can email:
📧 equimotionalcoaches@hotmail.com

And finally — being here, engaging, and supporting this page helps me offer free or discounted sessions to children who need them but don’t have the funding.

So truly… thank you 🥰

11/01/2026

“He says he doesn't like horses"

He says it casually.
Confidently.
Like it’s a fixed personality trait.

And yet…

He knows their names.
He asks how they are.
Grabs the lead rope and runs shouting "lads lads lads" 🤣
He stands just close enough not to admit anything.
He pretends he’s “just holding this” while absolutely holding space.

He says he doesn't like horses....
but somehow ends up being the one they choose to breathe on,
lean into,
or gently investigate like “ah yes, you’ll do.”

Funny how that works.

Horses have a habit of ignoring our declarations.
They don’t care what you say.
They pay attention to what you are.

And very often,
the loudest “I don’t like horses”
is just a man who hasn’t realised yet
that the horse has already decided otherwise 🐎💚

11/01/2026

Where your thoughts finally get out-paced by the waves.
Where the horizon reminds you that not everything needs resolving right now.
Where the air feels cleaner .... even inside your chest.

The sea doesn’t ask questions.
It doesn’t rush you.
It doesn’t need you to explain yourself.

It just keeps moving.
Steady. Constant. Honest.

And somehow, standing there
with salt on your skin and wind in your hair
you remember how to breathe again.

11/01/2026

Inspired by sitting in the emergency vets last night with my friend and her bunny....talking to the vet....

Isn’t it funny how equestrians are seen as regal and fancy by the outside world…

All polished boots.
Elegant horses.
Very Downton Abbey energy.

Meanwhile, reality is:

Up to your eyeballs in mud

Going to work with the essence of horse wee clinging to your soul

Finding hay in places hay should never be

And willingly hanging out with a huge, farting, overly-anxious animal who is convinced the wheelbarrow is plotting against them

Yes, Susan, it’s very glamorous.
Nothing says “upper class elegance” like frozen fingers, wet socks, and being emotionally blackmailed by a 600kg creature who just spooked at a leaf.

We look refined from a distance.
Up close, we smell questionable and are one loud fart away from chaos.

And honestly?

Wouldn’t swap it for the world 🐎💚