Some people find therapy on a couch—I found mine in a saddle.
It started as just a lesson. A way to scratch an old dream, to step into something I’d always wanted to do, but never given myself the time for. And then came Leo.
He’s 17.2 hands of power and patience, a big, beautiful chestnut who moves like he owns the place. I’m just leasing him for now, but if you ask my heart, he’s already mine. There’s something about time at the barn—the world slows, I’m completely present (and my phone feels like a distant memory). It’s counting strides, picking hooves, cleaning tack. It’s the most mental, physical, and emotional challenge I’ve ever taken on. I’ve been taking lessons for over a year and now I can’t imagine life without horses.
I never planned for this to be a thing, but now it’s THE thing.
Some dreams wait for the right time. This one found me when I needed it most.
