I am a videographer in Portland, Oregon with a love for all things horses. Originally from Minnesota, my childhood was spent on racetracks across the Midwest. I am currently training my dream horse with hopes of excelling at dressage and Parelli. I have a Cairn Terrier, Ellie, and an old cat named Winston. I am fortunate to have a pretty nice boyfriend who understands and supports my love of horses. My blog helps keep a record of my successes and failures and helps friends and family enjoy the journey with me.
I am in a rut. I have let my barn dilema spiral into this huge stress. I board at a barn that is about 30 miles from my house and is $475 a month. It is full of good people and I love my trainer, but it lacks the "tools" I feel I need to take Maddy to the next level. There is no round pen, no outdoor arena, and no "honey-comb," all things the other barn has. My new barn would be 3 miles from this beautiful equestrian park that inspired me to get back into horses. I can't wait to ride there again on my own horse. But in leaving, I feel like I am leaving the nest, and jumping into the unknown. My trainer, is someone I really trust and I know she is always right about things. We make small steps together and she knows my horse. But I am at least a year out from getting really serious about dressage. The new place would do wonders for Maddys learning curve. It is a Parelli barn that has all sorts of tires, and barrels, and jumps. I love the outdoor arena and you all know how much I love the honeycomb. I am nervous about moving her and what her behavior will be at the new place. I don't know what she is like to load. I don't have a trailer and I will have to hire someone to haul her. I had made up my mind to turn in my notice last week and then she came up lame and I started to panic about moving her. What vet will I use, what farrier, ect. So I am sitting in limbo, scared to make the wrong decision. I feel frozen and miserable. I really struggle with decision making, but this is the worst one for me. All day long I go back and forth and I know no one can make it for me, yet I want someone to take my hand and say "Julie, you belong at barn X."