Filth

I feel dirty, no matter how hard I scrub, I still feel like filth. I rode Aspen today, I did not however warm her up before the ride, or even take the time to fit the saddle to her. Patience. That is what I lack, I think I will print a saying out and pin it up all over. So whenever I feel my patience slipping out of my grasp, I can look at the sign and pull myself together again.
I won't go into details about my ride today, I don't want to relive my shame more than I have to. Tonight, while I lay about to sleep, I'll analize the situation, make principles I won't cross and never relive that situation again. Well, I guess I will probably come across that situation again (not if I can help it) but I will curtainly deal with it differently. I can not believe how much Aspen reminds me of the Pride before I started Parelli. It has taken me years to help Pride get past his scares, and he has become amazing. Aspen has the name destiny.