10/21/2024
If I could go back and tell my 9 year old self anything.. I would tell her we made it.
No. Not to the NFR, rodeo Houston, the American, or the Pendleton roundup… but we made it.
No. Not to the top of the leaderboard, to the 1D, or even 2D pay window. We still haven’t heard “that’s your new leader!” After a run yet. We still don’t have that big rig and living quarters trailer like we have always dreamed of. But we made it.
We made it though preteens, and teens. Through boys, and through heartbreak. We made it through the early years of marriage. We made it through having babies.
We made it when we spent our last dollar to feed our horses instead of buying ourselves groceries.
I wish I could tell her that the fire was never gone, it was just postpartum hormones. That we would haul with a truck and trailer we paid for ourself. That we would have a barn to keep the horses out of the weather, and have tack nicer than we ever thought we could afford.
It may not be the golden standard of what “making it” is for others. But for us.. we made it!
