18/01/2025
~Welcome to Solo's Weekly Newsletter. ✨
I've recently been renovating our home. Imagine the type of guy who can fix, repair, and install anything with ease. Ya, that's not me. That's the opposite of me.
I used to think a skill saw was a type of visual IQ test.
But my lack of talent is mildly compensated by my effort.
I started with the bathroom. Fixing the drywall, painting, and putting in a new vanity, toilet, and shower.
Yes, it took me close to 9 months to complete, but I did it. Most of you women can create an entirely new human being in 9 months, and I'm patting myself on the back for painting a wall. But that's men for ya.
As I stood in my finished bathroom admiring my work, I saw all the little imperfections with my dry walling, the painting, the little thing I missed here, and the little detail I missed there.
But instead of feeling bad, I was proud of the fact that those imperfections were there. Those little mistakes were the result of my work. Where the drywall isn't perfect will always remind me that I installed it myself.
The imperfections made this bathroom mine.
Our world is obsessed with being perfect in every. single. moment. Social media dressage keyboard warfare specialists (S.M.D.K.W.S for short) will spend hours combing through videos, pausing and screenshotting the world's best riders to find a faulty moment. When found, they screech in delight, scramble to Facebook and post their findings. They sit, sweating, waiting for other S.M.D.K.W.S.'s to thumb's up their post talking about another professional who isn't perfect.
But to what end?
Just for a second, let's imagine a world where 50 of the world's top riders all could ride PERFECT dressage tests. Every moment of every ride was perfect. Every angle of their horse's limbs, every step, every vertebrae, and the rider's position, all followed the exact definition of perfection. Every time you paused the video, it was absolute perfection. In every show, the top 10 riders all receive scores of 100.
To determine the winners judges needed to look at the rider's bank account balances, and the one with the most money won. (So still kinda like now??🤪🤪If you're rich and reading this from your yacht draped in a fur coat, I was kidding. I love you, please buy some bridles.)
After 6 months of that, no one would ever watch dressage again. It would be so boring to watch perfect ride after perfect ride.
There'd be no excitement, no suspense, no uniqueness, no character. All of the things that make dressage fun!
It wouldn't be art. It would be accounting.🤮🤮(If you're an accountant reading this from your yacht, draped in calculator paper, that was a joke. I love accountants, please buy bridles.)
I love the idea that imperfections are a part of what gives each ride it's personality.
Dressage shouldn't be about making it perfect, but to make each ride uniquely yours.
Solo Equine
Yessss…buy allll the bridles!