Showtime.

I'm in love.
With a 17.2 hand, dark bay Warmblood gelding named Showtime.
He's the sweetest little boy ever, even when he's being a butthead, and especially when he's trying to eat my face...
I go ride him every Tuesday, and it is without a doubt the highlight of my week, every week. Riding is so glorious. Everything about it. The clothes, the boots, the horses, the smells, the feel, the huge sense of accomplishment when you and your horse finally sync up... and most especially, how blissfully thought-consuming it is. When I'm riding, I'm not thinking about stupid ex-boyfriends or scary finals or money or food. I'm thinking about Showtime, and only Showtime. (Or whoever else I happen to be riding.)
This is true love.