20/02/2026
It’s been one of those weeks where the yard lights feel like they’ve never quite switched off.
I’ve spent the last few days supporting clients who are battling low confidence, anxiety, overthinking and that constant hum of “what if?”. So many of the conversations have felt like standing at the edge of the start box at the beginning of a new season, hearts racing, doubts creeping in, but also that quiet determination underneath it all. Helping someone steady the reins on their thoughts and sit taller in the saddle of their own mind is always an honour.
I’ve also met a couple of new clients this week, new partnerships forming, new goals set, new rounds about to begin. There’s something powerful about that first session; it’s the equivalent of walking the course together and deciding how we’re going to ride it.
Outside of work, the dogs have been as busy as a yard full of fit event horses, muddy, energetic, and absolutely convinced their needs come first. The cat, meanwhile, continues to behave like a seasoned pony club pony who knows he’s untouchable. Selective hearing. Strategic mischief. Just enough charm to avoid being permanently benched.
There have been plenty of miles run too. Early mornings, steady rhythm, breath matching stride not unlike finding that perfect canter to a fence. Running remains my way of clearing the head and strengthening the engine. Add in a fair chunk of studying (because apparently sitting still isn’t in my nature), and it’s been a week that’s felt more like cross-country than dressage, forward, focused, and full of effort.
Now though, I’m ready to bring the horse back to walk. A quieter weekend. Space to breathe. Time to reset the tack, refill the water buckets, and gather energy before the next round begins.
Grateful for the work. Grateful for the miles. Grateful for the people who trust me to help them ride their own course a little more confidently.