I think I might have figured something out.
Much of the time, I feel like I have no idea what I am doing. Throw a scenario at me, any scenario, I bet it fits here (no, really, I just wracked my brain for 10 minutes trying to come up with something that wouldn’t fit here — nada). On top of that, much of the time I feel like someone is going to find out that I have no idea what I am doing, and they’re going to tell everyone.
But lately I’ve sort of come to this conclusion that I don’t think anyone really knows what they are doing. And that is kind of what makes the doing so fun. As far as I know, no one has a secret road map they were handed at birth that says THIS WAY with a giant arrow on it. Even though it sometimes seems like everyone does have that map, everyone except me.
It is really quite clever how we create rules and methods and ways of doing things to establish something concrete in the universe. Or try to. Dog agility is a good eye opener to this. First, I don’t know who says, “hey guys, it would be totally awesome to run around with dogs as they jump and turn and do crazy things,” but you, my friend, are most excellent. Second, then we made up efficient ways of getting this done. And started naming things. And now someone says “front cross” out loud and you process the word as though it’s just as natural as breathing.
It’s not, actually. It’s about as inherent as an elephant playing golf. And if you are a friend of mine from high school you are very likely nodding affirmatively right now.
For a long time I was solidly convinced that somewhere, probably on top of a really old mountain, there were blueprints that someone was reading, and everyone was given those answers “later.” Whatever “later” meant in my head. Sort of like taking a multiple choice test, and then checking your answers against the key. Except then you get to keep the keys for all future tests.
Probably Rev has a key, but as far as I can see, we are meant to figure it out one foot at a time, side by side, connected and listening. Maybe we create the key. And then change it. Then change it again. And again… the possibilities for creativity are endless, and realizing that is a really cool experience.
I have been home for weeks now, fidgeting, not knowing what to do with myself (well, I learned the cup song, which is addicting — Rev says, no really, please stop playing with that stupid cup now). Though of course, I knew that just when I got comfortable, it would be time to leave again. And it is. Thrown into the mix was the regional almost two weeks ago, a great show. After ticking the broad in the Steeplechase Finals, Rev and I managed to snag the last semi-final bye with 7th place. I went to a weird place for our Grand Prix Finals run, so sadly no bye there. But we did pull off two first places in the Masters Challenge classes, winning the Biathlon event. All in all a nice time in Perry. I’d be lying if I said the Rhode Island Regional hadn’t crossed my mind (if for nothing else, just the fact that it seems as though everyone will be there that weekend), but I’ve already committed to an AKC show that is less of a haul to get to. So, Grand Prix Quarters it is!
(Small squealing moment, because right, that means we are going to Cynosport!! Four years later, really looking forward to our second time at this event.)
Tomorrow, we jump a plane to the west coast for something like 18 days. I am so stoked and intimidated by this trip; pretty dang exciting. First things first, EO practice in California. We’ve done a bit of skill work these last couple of weeks, but most of my focus has been on alternating rest with conditioning. Really looking forward to honing in on some coursework and visiting with the team.
Good dreams, good vibes lately. Adventure on.