I came home and made changes.
I lost a lot, but I gained far more.
I made plans to meet Halo Horsebaby the month she was born, but instead I nuked my entire life and had to deal with the fallout.
My path was northern last week and when I messaged Roxie's mom about meeting up, she hooked up the trailer and took me trail riding again. Halo is three now. I squealed when I saw her round little nose. Roxie's mom and I hit the trails again, and again, I was seated on the inimitable Roxie.
I'll always love that Roxiecorn for showing me another life.
My whole world is different than it used to be.
There is something so strangely transcendent about riding through a golden sunset on a brisk fall day, looking through the same set of ears that rocked my world.
Something about having the kind of friends that hook up the trailer and say "come ride my Roxiecorn".
Something about sharing a driving passion for life and horses.
|and the horses that carry us|
Whether those rides are in the show ring or bareback alone at night, they're shaped me.
My expectations. My goals. My life.
|that saddle pad tho|
It's little things like choosing a career that affords horses and a job that gives you some free time.
It's big things, like learning to hear what your horse says about you.
It's setting the standard for the people in your life. For who they are to you, and for who you want to be to them.
|and trail rides in the forest|
I'm in a whole different place now than when I first met Roxie and her mom four years ago. It's a good place, full of opportunities and challenges.
I have my own horse princess now--if you're here, you know the inestimable ZB.
|and yes, she looks good in sparkles|
And yeah, it really can be all it's cracked up to be.
Stay hopeful, my friends.