Case of Nerves

Night before show day and I'm a ball of nerves.  I've attempted to organize my day down to the minute detail in hopes that things run smoothly, at least up to the point where we get to the show barn.

When I voice the fact that I'm very nervous about this show people always react with "Why, this isn't your first show?"

So in trying to dispel the nerves I've decided to write about why I'm nervous.

While it's true I've been riding and competing horses since I was a pre-teen child, I've always had the luxury of riding an already trained horse.

This goes farther than that though.  Rosie is the first horse I've bought on my own.   Meaning I didn't have someone I trust help me out with the decision.  I thought long and hard about what I was for,  I did the breed research,  the shopping... ugg the shopping.  I did the "test ride" ensuring she met all the basic riding skills as well as determine how she would handle almost anything.

I made the decision to buy her.   Then the work began.  I've done all the training.  I take full responsibility for the good and bad in her training.  

So I researched, picked out, purchased, trained - and am now competing MY HORSE.

I think the perfectionist in me is just scared of failure.  I'm not looking for blue ribbons, success for me will be having a calm mount, not plowing through any fences, and staying in the saddle.

I think I'm ready - I spent this evening cleaning tack, removing the stuff I store in my trailer and putting the stuff out the way in the tack room.  I bought a new saddle pad and stock tie today.  I cleaned my boots and found Rosie's coggins test.  I made sure my white breeches, white shirt, and Dressage coat are in good order and have them hung on hanger waiting.    I need to stop at Target on the way to the barn in the morning and buy white undies (why are white breeches so darned thin), socks, and band-aides.