I Can Still Ride
I'm thirty nine. Life has thrown me more curve balls than I ever imagined it could. But my life's passion has never changed. Not for a moment. I can still ride.
For thirty five of my years I have pushed myself, trained, strived, taught, lived and breathed it. I can still ride.
Even though my body has softened in places, stiffened in places and refused to let go of all the weight from carrying twin boys. I can still ride.
I must've spent a million hours in the saddle, working on my riding position, my balance and training techniques. I stand pigeon toed from my ankles being trained to twist into stirrups and drop my heels. The correct position may not come as easily as it once did. But I can still ride.
When the days get long and the bills pile up. When there's so many balls in the air I feel like I will drop them all, I can still ride.
There's still a willing, equine partner waiting for me. Together we can focus on the future. On improving ourselves a little bit each time we saddle up. This pursuit changes us. It requires strength and determination thru failure and fear.
There's been injuries of course. The bad days happen to every horseman. But it's taught me that things can be overcome and after the worst of days, I can still ride.
Life has many obligations, stresses, challenges and struggles. Like trying to be the best mom I can be. Like learning a new vocation to keep the money flowing. Like trying to move forward when it feels like we're pretty bogged down.
So more than anything I am grateful. Grateful for my horses, my past coaches, my kids allowing me to steal moments for myself here and there, my Michael who understands and shares my passion and for the ability. To ride. Still.
Now go make something beautiful,