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You glow differently when your confidence is fuelled by belief in yourself rather than validation from others.And that's...
14/06/2026

You glow differently when your confidence is fuelled by belief in yourself rather than validation from others.

And that's not always an easy lesson to learn.

Many of us spend years chasing gold stars, rosettes, praise, likes, qualifications, promotions, or approval from people whose opinions seem to matter.

We tell ourselves we'll feel confident when: ✨ We get the result. ✨ We win the class. ✨ We hear "well done." ✨ Someone finally notices how hard we've worked.

But confidence built on validation is fragile.

Because what happens when the rosette doesn't come? When the score isn't what you hoped for? When nobody notices the effort behind the scenes?

If your confidence depends on external approval, it rises and falls with every opinion, result, and comparison.

Real confidence is quieter.

It's knowing you showed up when it was hard. It's trusting your preparation. It's recognising your progress. It's being proud of yourself even when nobody else is clapping.

As riders, competitors, parents, and humans, we often forget this.

The judge gives a score. The result sheet gives a placing. Social media gives likes.

But none of those things get to decide your worth.

The glow comes when you stop asking, "Am I good enough?" and start reminding yourself, "I know who I am."

Because confidence isn't built by proving yourself to everyone else.

It's built by keeping promises to yourself.

✨ Trust yourself. ✨ Back yourself. ✨ Be your own biggest supporter.

The rest is simply a bonus. 💛

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I said to myself, “Self…”And obviously I knew it was me because:1. I recognised my own voice2. I was already wearing the...
13/06/2026

I said to myself, “Self…”

And obviously I knew it was me because:

1. I recognised my own voice

2. I was already wearing the underwear

3. I’d somehow survived the school run / yard / work / life chaos so far this week 🤣

today is going to be a good day.

Possibly feral.
Possibly fuelled by caffeine.
Possibly with hay in places hay should not be.

But still… a good day.

Happy chaos day, I mean Saturday people 🤣🐴✨

13/06/2026

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Today I went to a pole clinic with these two lovely ladies, taught by my trainer Charlotte Tappenden 🥰Something happened...
12/06/2026

Today I went to a pole clinic with these two lovely ladies, taught by my trainer Charlotte Tappenden 🥰

Something happened today that left me with an overwhelming sense of support, safety and understanding.

I get ridiculously hot.

Not just a little warm. Not "take a layer off" hot.

Burning hot.

And at the age I am, my body doesn't always regulate temperature particularly well. Once I overheat, I struggle to function, think clearly, and ride my best.

As usual, I wasn't exactly prepared for the UK's latest weather identity crisis. 🤣

It was cold first thing, so I had a hoodie on over my sports top. By the time we were riding, I was melting.

When someone asked if I was okay, the answer was honestly... no.

A few suggestions were thrown around, including me and Charlotte swapping tops, before one friend simply said:

"Shall we all just ride in our sports bras so you can take your hoodie off and be cooler?"

Now my immediate reaction wasn't gratitude.

It was panic.

"No one needs to see me in a sports top."

"Oh God, my post-three-kids belly."

"Absolutely not."

I've never worn a bikini.

I avoid swimming whenever possible. Partly because I hate water on my face, partly because swimming costumes are sensory hell, but mostly because after years of eating difficulties and body dysmorphia, drawing attention to my body has never felt like a safe place to be.

But today felt different.

Today felt safe.

Nobody cared what my body looked like.

Nobody was judging.

Nobody was comparing.

They simply wanted me to be comfortable.

And do you know what happened when I stopped overheating?

My body worked better.

My brain worked better.

I rode better.

I enjoyed myself more.

So thank you, ladies, for standing alongside me and helping me feel comfortable enough to be comfortable.

This is what we need more of.

Women supporting women.

No competition.

No judgement.

No tearing each other down.

Just creating spaces where people feel safe enough to be themselves.

Because when people feel safe, they thrive.

"If you need anything, just ask."It's one of the most common phrases we say.And usually, we mean it.But here's the probl...
12/06/2026

"If you need anything, just ask."

It's one of the most common phrases we say.

And usually, we mean it.

But here's the problem.

Asking for help is incredibly hard for many people.

Not because they're stubborn.

Not because they don't want support.

But because asking often means being vulnerable.

It means risking rejection.
Feeling like a burden.
Admitting you're struggling.
Letting someone see the messy bits.

For some people, asking for help feels far scarier than carrying the whole load themselves.

Which got me thinking...

If we offer help, do we also have some responsibility around how we offer it?

Because "Let me know if you need anything" places all the work back on the person who is already struggling.

What if instead we said:

💛 "I'm free on Thursday. Can I pick the kids up?"
💛 "I'm heading to the supermarket. What can I grab for you?"
💛 "I'm making dinner. I'll drop some round."
💛 "I know things are tough right now. I'll check in again tomorrow."

Specific support can feel easier to receive than open-ended offers.

And if you're the one struggling?

This is your reminder that needing help isn't weakness.

Humans were never designed to do life entirely alone.

We all need support sometimes.

We all need someone to carry a corner of the sofa.

And sometimes the bravest thing you'll do all day is ask.

Sometimes the kindest thing you'll do all day is offer in a way that makes it easier to say yes.

Being around highly critical people can be exhausting.Not because you're weak.Not because you're "too sensitive."But bec...
12/06/2026

Being around highly critical people can be exhausting.

Not because you're weak.
Not because you're "too sensitive."
But because constant criticism has a way of making us question ourselves.

Over time, you can find yourself second-guessing every decision.
Overthinking every word.
Wondering whether you're doing enough, being enough, or getting it right.

The tricky thing is that criticism isn't always loud.

Sometimes it's the sigh.
The raised eyebrow.
The "helpful" comment.
The joke that's not really a joke.

And if you've spent enough time around it, you can start carrying that critical voice around with you, even when the other person isn't there.

Suddenly you're criticising yourself before anyone else gets the chance.

The antidote isn't becoming tougher.

It's learning to recognise what belongs to you and what doesn't.

Not every opinion deserves a seat at your table.
Not every criticism deserves your attention.
Not every person's standards need to become your standards.

Horses are brilliant teachers of this.

They don't spend their day worrying whether everyone approves of them.
They don't alter themselves to please every person they meet.
They simply are.

Perhaps that's the invitation today.

Notice whose voice is living rent-free in your head.

Then gently ask yourself:

"Is this actually true?"
"Is this helpful?"
"Would I speak to someone I love this way?"

Because sometimes the most healing thing we can do is stop viewing ourselves through the eyes of our critics and start seeing ourselves through our own.

🐴❤️The people around you will influence the relationship you have with yourself. Choose carefully where possible. 💕

Untwizzling.This is a word I used in a session the other day.I have absolutely no idea where it came from, but I made su...
12/06/2026

Untwizzling.

This is a word I used in a session the other day.

I have absolutely no idea where it came from, but I made sure I wrote it down because it felt important.

Untwizzling.

You know that feeling when your thoughts are all tangled up?

When emotions, worries, assumptions, fears, expectations, memories and "what ifs" have wrapped themselves around each other so tightly that you can't work out where one thing ends and another begins?

You're not broken.

You're twizzled.

Sometimes we don't need fixing.

We don't need more advice.

We don't need someone to tell us to "just think positively."

We simply need space to untwizzle.

To gently pull apart the knot.

To separate what actually happened from what we're imagining might happen.

To work out what's ours and what belongs to someone else.

To identify what we can control and what we can't.

To find the thread that started it all.

That's often what counselling feels like.

Not fixing.

Not rescuing.

Not solving.

Just untwizzling.

Slowly.

Patiently.

Until the knot loosens enough for us to breathe again.

So if life feels a bit overwhelming right now, maybe don't put pressure on yourself to have all the answers.

Give a f*ck.Honestly, you should.Not about everything.Not about the stranger's opinion. Not about whether everyone likes...
11/06/2026

Give a f*ck.

Honestly, you should.

Not about everything.

Not about the stranger's opinion. Not about whether everyone likes you. Not about the fact that person from Facebook thinks she could have ridden your test better. Not about the things that won't matter in six months.

But give a f*ck about the things that make your heart beat a little faster.

The horse that nickers when you arrive. The dreams that keep nudging at you. The people who feel like home. The sunset hack. The muddy boots. The laughter that leaves your stomach aching. The goals that scare you because they matter.

Life gets exhausting when we spend our energy caring about absolutely everything.

Every comment. Every judgement. Every perceived mistake. Every expectation.

Your energy is precious.

Your nervous system is precious.

Your time is precious.

So be selective.

Save your *cks for the things that light you up.

The things that make you feel alive.

The things that align with your values.

The things that leave you lying in bed at night thinking,

"That was worth it."

Because at the end of the day, the magical s**t is usually where the memories live. ✨🐴❤️

Ambition. Drive. Obsession. Hyperfixation. Trying hard.Depending on who you ask, these words can either sound inspiring....
11/06/2026

Ambition. Drive. Obsession. Hyperfixation. Trying hard.

Depending on who you ask, these words can either sound inspiring... or slightly concerning. 🤣

In the horse world, the line between them can sometimes feel very thin.

To become successful in any equestrian discipline requires a level of commitment that most people outside of horses simply don't understand.

Early mornings. Late nights. Cold winters. Hot summers. Financial sacrifices. Missed lie-ins. Hours spent training for a few minutes in an arena.

Is that ambition?

Drive?

Obsession?

Maybe a bit of all three.

As someone with ADHD, I often think about hyperfixation too.

That tendency to become completely absorbed by something you love. To spend hours researching. Planning. Learning. Analysing. Dreaming.

Sometimes that's the very thing that helps us improve.

But here's the bit I've learnt over the years:

Success isn't just about trying harder.

Because there will always be someone working hard.

Success comes from knowing when to push and when to pause. When to train and when to rest. When to chase the goal and when to enjoy the horse standing in front of you.

The rosette isn't the whole story.

The story is the hundreds of unseen decisions that happen before it.

The days you ride when you're tired. The days you don't ride because your horse needs a break. The moments you choose welfare over ambition. The moments you keep showing up even when nobody is watching.

That's not obsession.

That's dedication.

And perhaps the real success isn't found in the qualification, the championship, or the result sheet.

Perhaps it's in still loving it after all these years.

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I wrote this 6 years ago...🤣🤣 and yesterday it went off to hospital to either be saved or have its last days. It's ok to...
11/06/2026

I wrote this 6 years ago...🤣🤣 and yesterday it went off to hospital to either be saved or have its last days.

It's ok to grieve a horse box....!!!!

So many memories in her. I so hope we can save her. Her engine is all good. Her chassis is OK. It's just some wires that have been nibbled by a family of mice

I love this little horse box
It makes me happy as can be
It may not be as posh as yours
But its gets from a to b
It doesnt have a shower
Or a 50 inch TV;
Or does it have posh paint work
Or make a cuppa tea
But its such a good old runner
And cheap on fuel, whoopeeee
I love it, love it love it
And that's good enough for me!!!!!

By me, age 35. 🤣🤣🤣

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