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“Everything happens for a reason” is one of those phrases people reach for when they don’t know what else to say.It soun...
08/02/2026

“Everything happens for a reason” is one of those phrases people reach for when they don’t know what else to say.

It sounds comforting. Neat. Like it ties pain up with a bow.

But for a lot of people, it actually does the opposite.

It suggests that suffering is somehow purposeful.
That trauma was necessary.
That loss, abuse, illness, grief or betrayal were part of a plan.

And that can land as deeply invalidating.

Because sometimes things happen for no reason at all. Sometimes things happen because systems fail, people cause harm, or life is simply unfair.

Telling someone “everything happens for a reason” can quietly place meaning where there is none and responsibility where it doesn’t belong.

It can also shut conversations down. If there’s a “reason,” why question it? Why be angry? Why grieve properly? Why want things to be different?

Here’s a truer, harder version 👇
Things happen.
We then decide what we do next.

Meaning isn’t pre-installed. It’s something people build later, often with a lot of effort, support, and time.

Horses are a good reminder of this. They don’t assume pressure is meaningful. They don’t spiritualise pain. They respond to what’s happening in front of them and seek safety first.

And maybe that’s the kinder takeaway.

Not that everything happens for a reason. But that after something happens, we’re allowed to feel it, name it, and choose what comes next.

If this phrase has ever made you feel worse rather than better, you’re not broken. You’re just honest.







Quick reminder 🖌️💚Don’t be afraid to do things just because you’re going to be bad at them.You don’t need to be talented...
08/02/2026

Quick reminder 🖌️💚
Don’t be afraid to do things just because you’re going to be bad at them.

You don’t need to be talented.
You don’t need to be productive.
You don’t need to turn it into a side hustle, a brand, or a personality trait 🙃

You’re allowed to be rubbish at something and still enjoy it.
You’re allowed to make weird, wonky, slightly haunted-looking horses 🐴👻
You’re allowed to try again tomorrow.

Some things are just for your nervous system.
Some things are just for play.
Some things are just for that quiet moment where your brain finally shuts up 😌

So if there’s a hobby you’ve abandoned because you were “bad at it”…
Pick it back up. Paint badly. Sing off-key. Write nonsense. Start clumsy.

Joy doesn’t require skill.
Only permission ✨

Now excuse me while I continue producing emotionally complex watercolour horses 🎨🐎

A gentle Sunday reminder.You don’t owe tomorrow anything yet.If your thoughts keep skipping ahead to lists, alarms, and ...
08/02/2026

A gentle Sunday reminder.

You don’t owe tomorrow anything yet.

If your thoughts keep skipping ahead to lists, alarms, and expectations, that’s human. Notice it, then let it pass. Today isn’t a rehearsal. It’s allowed to stand on its own.

Rest doesn’t have to look productive to be valid. Quiet counts. Doing very little still counts. Breathing counts.

Whatever this Sunday looks like for you, let it be enough.
Monday will arrive whether you worry about it or not.

For now, stay here.
Protect the space you’re in.

08/02/2026

Sharing this again due to the post below. 📫
And this is so prevalent in thus industry which is just rubbish 🗑.

If you can't support each other, get in the bin.

Empowering Women in Business: A Call for Collaboration Over Competition

At Equimotional, we believe in the power of collaboration, community, and kindness. As women in business, we've all faced our fair share of challenges—some of which come from surprising places. Misogyny is often discussed as something that men inflict upon women, but it’s crucial to recognise that it can also manifest within our own circles. It’s painful to see when this happens, particularly when it comes from those who feel threatened by another woman’s success.

But here's the truth: there's enough room for all of us to shine. The idea that we need to compete against each other, steal clients, or undermine another woman’s hard work is rooted in a scarcity mindset—a belief that success is limited and we must fight over it. This couldn’t be further from the truth.

At Equimotional, we choose a different path. We champion collaboration over competition and believe that when one woman succeeds, we all succeed. We want to create a space where every woman feels supported, where we can share our wisdom, celebrate our achievements, and lift each other up.

Here’s how we can eradicate this toxic mindset:

1. Acknowledge the Issue: The first step is recognising that misogyny within our own circles is real. It’s uncomfortable to confront, but essential for change.

2. Support Over Sabotage: We need to shift our mindset from seeing each other as competitors to recognising that collaboration can lead to greater success for everyone involved.

3. Celebrate Each Other's Wins: Let’s cheer each other on! A rising tide lifts all boats, and celebrating another woman’s success doesn’t diminish our own.

4. Call Out the Behaviour: When we see another woman being targeted, it’s our responsibility to step in and support her. Silence only perpetuates the cycle.

5. Build Communities, Not Cliques: Let’s focus on creating inclusive, supportive communities where everyone feels they belong.

At Equimotional, we’re committed to fostering a culture of empowerment, where every woman’s voice is heard, respected, and celebrated. We believe that by working together, we can create a brighter, more inclusive future for all women in business.

💪 Let’s collaborate, not compete.

08/02/2026

There’s something quietly obscene about the fact that peace now has a pricetag.

That the things that settle a human nervous system most reliably are the very things that have been priced, packaged, and rationed. Space. Silence. Darkness at night. Unscheduled time. Mud. Weather.

We didn’t lose nature because we stopped liking it.

We lost it because it got inconvenient to systems that rely on speed, consumption, and compliance.

Think about how children used to live. Not romantically, not pretending it was perfect, but practically. Outside by default. Home only when it was dark or someone shouted your name. Boredom wasn’t a problem to solve, it was the doorway to imagination, movement, mischief, rest. Now boredom is treated like a risk factor. Every spare moment filled, supervised, digitised.

What’s wild is how fast we individualised the fallout.

You’re dysregulated.
You’re addicted to your phone.
You need better boundaries.
You need mindfulness.
You need an app to remind you to breathe.
All of that quietly ignores the fact that the environment itself is hostile to regulation.

If a horse lived like most humans do, we’d call it neglect.

Limited turnout. Artificial light. No herd. Constant noise. Restricted movement. Enrichment delivered through plastic toys instead of landscape and choice. We would not debate whether that horse “just needs to try harder to relax.”

But humans are expected to cope inside boxes, under surveillance, on schedules that ignore biology, and then feel ashamed when their nervous systems revolt.

And yes, nature HAS become elitist......Because access requires time, money, transport, safety, and permission. Permission from employers. From landlords. From local councils. From risk assessments. From insurance policies. Even parks are policed now. Sit too long. Lie down. Look homeless rather than “resting” and see how quickly access evaporates.

Nature is welcomed when it’s curated and profitable. 💰
Wildness is tolerated only when it behaves.

That’s the irony. We sell wilderness experiences while systematically erasing wild spaces from everyday life. We charge people to “disconnect” from a system that never needed to be this loud in the first place.

And the grief in all this is real.

People aren’t just tired. They’re homesick for something they can’t quite name. A sense of belonging that isn’t earned through productivity. A relationship with the land that isn’t transactional. A life where rest doesn’t feel like a failure.

Horses still live by these rules. They mark time by light, weather, and grass, not calendars. Regulation comes from movement and proximity, not willpower. They don’t need to be taught how to be present. They are present because their environment allows it.

We weren’t meant to be different.

Nature should not be a reward for burnout.
It should be a baseline.

✨️Access to green space is mental health care.
🍁Unscheduled outdoor time is nervous system support.
🙌Connection to land is not indulgence, it’s prevention.

Reclaiming that isn’t about going off-grid or rejecting modern life. It’s about refusing the lie that humans can thrive cut off from the earth that shaped them.

We don’t need more coping tools.....
We need our environment back.

Happy Sunday 🐴✨Sundays are basically emotional roulette:☕ One minute you’re sipping tea like a Jane Austen extra.🧺 Next ...
08/02/2026

Happy Sunday 🐴✨

Sundays are basically emotional roulette:

☕ One minute you’re sipping tea like a Jane Austen extra.
🧺 Next minute you’re rage-cleaning the skirting boards.
🛏 Then suddenly horizontal, questioning every decision you’ve made since Year 9.

So… which Sunday creature are you today? 👇

1️⃣ The Domestic Goddess (house sparkling, laundry folded)
2️⃣ The Existential Philosopher (deep thoughts, zero action)
3️⃣ The Pony Gremlin (muddy boots, snacks in pocket, vaguely feral)
4️⃣ The Nostalgia Tourist (randomly stalking your own 2012 Facebook posts)
5️⃣ The “It’s Fine, Everything’s Fine” Disaster Swan (graceful chaos, vibes immaculate)

You’re in good company either way. Sundays are weird for all of us. 🤣





We cannot give away what we do not have.That line has been sitting with me.So often, people are asked to be calm when th...
07/02/2026

We cannot give away what we do not have.

That line has been sitting with me.

So often, people are asked to be calm when they feel flooded, kind when they feel empty, patient when they are running on fumes. We tell carers, parents, facilitators, professionals, and children to “just regulate,” “just be empathetic,” “just stay grounded,” as if these are endless resources that never run dry.

They are not.

Care is not a moral trait. It is a capacity.
Safety is not a personality. It is a state.
Presence is not willpower. It is something that grows when you are supported.

This is where horses quietly tell the truth. A horse cannot offer softness if they feel unsafe. They cannot co regulate if their own nervous system is braced. They step away. They pause. They choose distance. Not because they are difficult, but because they are honest.

Humans are not so different.

If you are struggling to give, it does not mean you are failing. It means something in you needs tending first. Regulation has to be received before it can be shared. Care has to be felt before it can be offered. Rest has to be allowed before resilience appears.

This is not selfish. It is biological.
It is relational.
It is deeply human.

You are not meant to pour endlessly. You are meant to be part of a system where care flows both ways. And when it does, giving stops feeling like depletion and starts feeling like connection.

Gentle reminder, especially this time of year.

Romanticising the yard in winter so we don’t have a breakdownWe tell ourselves it’s magical before we even open the car ...
07/02/2026

Romanticising the yard in winter so we don’t have a breakdown

We tell ourselves it’s magical before we even open the car door.
That’s step one. Commitment to the lie.

The cold hits immediately, straight into the lungs, like it’s got something personal against us. We decide it’s “crisp” rather than deeply offensive. We stand there breathing out little clouds and pretend we’re in a gritty rural drama, not people who forgot their gloves again.

The yard is quiet in that suspicious winter way. Everything is damp. The air smells like hay, mud, and mild regret. We walk carefully, partly because the ground is lethal, partly because if we move slowly enough we can call this peaceful rather than exhausting.

The hot beverage of choice is essential. Two hands round the mug. Steam on the face. This is not a drink, it’s emotional support. The gate sticks, as it always does, and we shoulder it open like it’s an old relationship we’re both tired of.

Our horse is at the far end of the field. Obviously. We romanticise the walk. We tell ourselves it’s grounding, not a trek across what feels like a failed civil engineering project from HS2.

When they finally arrive, they’re cold and unimpressed. We put a hand on their neck and wait for the warmth, because that bit is actually lovely and we will defend it with our lives. Steam rises. We nod like yes, this was worth it.

The light disappears far earlier than is reasonable. The head torch comes out and suddenly we feel powerful. Capable. Like people who have their lives together. This lasts about four minutes. Our fingers stop working. The horse sighs. We take it personally.

The tap is frozen. Again. We laugh because crying feels like effort. We make do, spill half the water, and tell ourselves this is rustic and character-building rather than deeply annoying. Our sock now soggy.

By the time we leave, we smell like hay, our hair has given up, and our bodies hurt in a way that suggests we’ve done something meaningful, even if that something was mostly not falling over or trying not to

We sit in the car for a moment with the heater on full, replaying the whole thing in kinder terms.

This is how we survive winter at the yard.
Not by loving it.
But by romanticising it just enough to come back tomorrow.

Raining again 🌧
07/02/2026

Raining again 🌧

Saturday arrives with a different kind of pressure.The pressure to enjoy it properly.To rest well.To be fun.To catch up....
07/02/2026

Saturday arrives with a different kind of pressure.

The pressure to enjoy it properly.
To rest well.
To be fun.
To catch up.
To not waste your day off by accidentally lying down and becoming part of the sofa.

No toxic positivity required here either.

Saturday is allowed to be slow.
Or busy.
Or quiet.
Or a bit flat.
Or deeply restorative in a very un-Instagram way.

So let’s reuse R.A.I.N again, because honestly it works every day and also because this is Britain and the weather will probably join in 🌦️

🙏Recognise
What state are you actually in today? Energised. Drained. Somewhere in between.

💕Allow
You do not need to earn your rest by being exhausted enough.

💡Investigate
What would make today feel kinder? Less noise? More movement? Company? Space?

🫂Nurture / Non Identification
Choose one small thing that supports you, not the version of you you think you should be. You are not your feelings.

Saturday does not owe anyone productivity or joy.
Sometimes the win is simply feeling a little more like yourself by the end of it 🌱






Ever had a message land and your brain immediately go,“Well. I’ve clearly ruined everything.”Some people experience what...
06/02/2026

Ever had a message land and your brain immediately go,
“Well. I’ve clearly ruined everything.”

Some people experience what gets called “RSD.”

I don’t love the name, so let’s translate it.

Let's call it a Connection-Protective Response.

This is how it often shows up:

You reread messages like they’re evidence in a court case.
Someone says “we’ll see” and your stomach drops.
A neutral tone feels… not neutral.
You assume you’ve messed up before anyone’s said you have.
Your body reacts faster than your logic can keep up.

It can feel dramatic on the inside, even when you look completely calm on the outside. Which is exhausting, frankly.

Why does this happen?

Because your nervous system learned that connection matters. A lot.

For some people, being misunderstood, criticised, excluded, or corrected came with real consequences. So the system adapted. It learned to react quickly in order to protect relationships.

That’s the key bit. This isn’t attention-seeking. It isn’t immaturity. It isn’t being “too sensitive”.

It’s protection.

Horses do this beautifully. In a safe, predictable herd, everyone relaxes. In an unpredictable one, the sensitive horses notice everything. They aren’t faulty. They’re responding to the environment.

The problem isn’t the response. The problem is living in spaces where repair isn’t normal and mistakes feel dangerous.

A Connection-Protective Response softens when:

✨️clarity replaces guessing
✨️repair replaces silence
✨️and safety replaces constant self-monitoring

You don’t need to get rid of it. You need safety & understanding.

And maybe fewer messages that start with “Let's catch up later" 🥹😫

If this landed for you, save it.
If you know someone who lives in this space, share it.








The Equestrian Contract 🙏People think owning horses is a lifestyle choice.It is not.It is a legally binding indenture yo...
06/02/2026

The Equestrian Contract 🙏

People think owning horses is a lifestyle choice.

It is not.
It is a legally binding indenture you accidentally signed while smiling and staring at your new four legged creature absent-mindedly.

You start off thinking you make the decisions or at least have some say.
You are not.
You are staff.

You work long hours in all weathers for no pay.
You provide room service, catering, housekeeping, physiotherapy, and emotional reassurance.

You apologise to your horse when they stand on you.

Your bank account is permanently in a state of mild panic.
Your clothes smell faintly of hay and mild weather induced regret.
Your idea of a “day off” is doing fewer yard jobs than usual.

Friends ask if you’re free.
You laugh.
Briefly.

Horses do not care about your plans or your financial stability.
They do care deeply about food and your energy ✨️

And yet, somehow, you accept all of this.
Because one soft breath. One muddy nose. One quiet moment in the field.
And you’d sign the contract again without reading it.

This is not ownership.
This is indentured servitude with bills.

And yes.
You’re still obsessed 🐴






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