I did not grow up on a farm and never owned a horse up until later in life. Ever since I was young I have loved horses and for a short time took riding lessons. I always believed that in order to own a horse, you needed your own farm. So I would always make sure I rode the horse at the zoo, fairs, and birthday parties. Every chance I could get to ride a horse or pony I would take, even as an adult. I am sure people would look at me funny when I would beg and plead to ride the horse at those parties, and used my own kids as the excuse for having to do it. I didn’t care, because while they looked and started I was on a horse, and in my mind, I was riding off somewhere, free as a bird with the biggest smile on my face. But of course, the ride would end and reality would set back in.
I am now 39 years old, mother of 3 boys and wife to an amazing husband. We have owned our own software company for about 6 years now. We are a very high tech family with smart TVs, lights, home automation, and computers. We live in a gated community, and take our kids to school in a golf cart. Our life couldn’t be any further from the farm type lifestyle.
2016 had been a very rough year for our business, so we started to look for something to do as a couple that did not involve work, or talking about work. My husband mentioned horseback riding lessons, it was the first time he ever mentioned it. My passion for horses was always there so it didn’t take much to convince me to go. We discovered that there was a farm about 6 miles away so I called and set it up.
The immediate stress relief we had during our lesson was remarkable. For the first time in years, we turned off the tech and embraced the peace and silence. Little did I know the pro-founding effect this new adventure would have on us, and especially on me. It unlocked something inside me that I had longed for a very long time. Each time I went it was like therapy and an awakening. Several times while riding I would just bawl for no reason other than stress melting away, and pure happiness. At that time I was riding a horse named Rebel, how fitting since as a teen I was quite rebellious and independent. I began half leasing him and was completely attached. All was good for a few months until he had gotten an eye infection and his owner told me that he couldn’t be ridden for a while and that she couldn’t afford his care. I had offered to buy him without knowing how much he would cost, or how long he would need care. It was then that she told me she had no intention of ever selling him. I was heart-broken to hear that. I was getting more and more attached to a horse that I would never own, and one day the lease could end, and that would be it. I wasn’t ready to give any of this up, I finally had my dream. I spoke to the barn and decided that I would start looking into having a horse of my own. The day I said those words, the owner of the barn told me they had a horse coming in that would need to be adopted. I was overjoyed and petrified all at the same time. But I knew in my heart everything would work out the way it was meant to be.
Thanks for sharing this journey with me,