Which college? I’ll apply to a random handful & pick the one with the best name that is farthest away.
Uproot my life and follow this dude? Cool.
Expensive, but mid-level and ultimately arbitrary decisions? An eternity of debate.
Buying a saddle?
Is this brand better than that brand? New? Used? Now? Later? Never?
I wish questions had one (1) clear and correct answer. How do I pick a path among a cloud of possible options, most of which would probably work out just fine?
[MMXTreem]
If Nationals hadn’t been looming [Report], I’d probably still be pondering.
Buying a truck? First post to mention a new truck was in October of 2012 [Weekend Plans]. Truck was bought in February of 2017 [Chariot, Mirrors].
Two years ago, Katie Wood was gracious enough to let me post her essay [Why I Ride by Katie Wood]. This year’s winner is Rachel Wamble.
Requirements for the Outstanding Youth Award given by the American Saddlebred Horse Association of Alabama include academics, extra‐curricular activities, community service/volunteerism, and an essay about one of these topics: 1) What riding means to you OR 2) Ways in which you have promoted the American Saddlebred. Minimum of 250 words for Senior Applicants and 100 words for Junior Applicants. Prize is $1500 or a new saddle.
This is the winning essay in the Senior (13-17) Division. Rachel rides at Stepping Stone Farm. Welcome Rachel.
Rachel and It’s Alabama
What Riding Means to Me
I started riding around the age of five and I immediately fell in love with it. I was that typical little girl excited to gallop on a pony. At this young age, I never dreamed the impact and the valuable life lessons I would learn. All my life I’ve felt different. I’ve always thought it was a bad thing, but I’ve come to realize that it’s definitely not. It’s a beautiful thing and here’s how I’ve come to this conclusion.
Rachel and Pep
Life had become more complicated when I started middle school and I began to really see the changes. I began noticing how people looked at me and their negative perception of me. I wasn’t popular or considered pretty in middle school. I was the weird obsessive horse girl that everyone made jokes about and avoided. Others ignored me and I was made to feel inferior because I did not hold the same interests. Most other kids my age were focused on sports and academics. The girls mostly were interested in boys and focused on cheerleading or dance. I rode and showed horses but I also wanted to fit in. It was apparent how different I was compared to the other girls. Girls made fun of me for riding horses saying things like “that’s stupid”, “it’s easy”, and “riding does not take any skill or talent.” I was teased for spending time at the barn because “that’s nasty and dirty.” I was told I was ugly by both girls and boys. It was clear that I just didn’t “fit in”and it started to take a toll on me. I lacked self esteem and confidence. I remember sitting in my horse’s stall and just crying until I could not cry anymore. Bama would just listen, nudge me, and never judge me. He always showed me unconditional love. I thought I wanted to be “normal” and do normal girl things like dance and shopping. I changed my appearance and joined the dance team. I started treating my real friends like they were not important and tried to hide the fact that I rode horses. I had changed myself for other people and I became extremely unhappy. I started treating people badly just like those people treated me. I had tried to transform myself into what I thought others would like but deep down I was heartbroken. How could anyone like me if I did not even like myself? Why couldn’t people like the real me? Why did I need others’ approval? Why should I be embarrassed to tell people about something I love and that is such a huge part of who I really am? I would go to the barn after school, and I would feel like myself again. I wouldn’t feel the pressure to be someone who I wasn’t.
My freshman year of high school I had to make a choice: homeschool and attend the World’s Championship Horse Show that I had worked so hard to attend or bypass the World’s Championships and enter a high school where my dreams, hard work, and dedication would not be recognized or supported. Because, once again, someone didn’t support my riding or see the importance of riding, I chose to homeschool. I was angry about the situation at first but in the end, it was one of the best things for me. I was able to ride as much as I wanted and spend quality time with my horses. Although I was still unhappy, I started to fall in love with riding all over again. I started noticing the beauty in it all.
Rachel and Alvin Ailey
In late January of my freshman year, I came across a rescue horse on Facebook. He wasn’t pretty and he had obviously been neglected. I again was met with negative criticism and questions about why I would want such an ugly useless horse. I knew right then I had to save him. He was an outcast just like me. We were the same, broken and lost. I begged my mom and my trainer until they both agreed to let me bring him home. He was in pain and wasn’t very trusting but when we brought him home we bonded instantly. Lou would follow me around the barn and we would take naps together. I watched his health improve and become more trusting. It healed my soul to watch him go from pitiful and sad to happy and full of life. He was fixing me just like I was trying to fix him. I noticed a warmness in my heart when I opened my horses’ stalls and a relief that washed over me when I walked into the barn. I noticed that when I would ride I would feel like the most beautiful and happy girl in the world. That’s something I’d never felt anywhere else. It became clear what riding truly meant to me and I gained self esteem and confidence as I saw everything fall into place.
Rachel and Lou
Months passed and Lou seemed to improve but soon came to a halt that October. Lou started having more health issues and started losing weight. After I returned from a horse show, he was very sick and deep down I knew, despite my best efforts, I could not save him. I miss him everyday but will always be thankful for the short time we had together. He had help heal me more than he’d ever know.
Riding has shown me so much. Riding has shown me what it’s like to be surrounded in love. My barn family is some of the most genuine, crazy, and caring people who I have been blessed to have in my life. They don’t care how grumpy I might be or what I look like. Riding has shown me what it’s like to be myself. I don’t have to pretend that I’m someone I’m not. I now understand that I should not take others’ opinions about my appearance or my choice to ride so seriously to the point I lose myself. Riding has taught me about winning, losing, sportsmanship, hurt, and loss. Riding has shown me disappointment but also how to overcome adversity. It has shown me responsibility and trust. Most importantly it has shown me who I am and who I’m not. I’m thankful for every opportunity and every horse or person I’ve come across. I’m truly happy and I hope I continue to be this way. If I hadn’t ever taken that one lesson when I was younger, I truly do believe I would be a completely different person than I am now. I don’t think I would be as happy or as strong in who I am. I’m so thankful for these life experiences because it has shaped me, changed me, and most importantly helped me figure out who I am.
Rachel and Bama
~~~ Photos by Julie Wamble. The competition image is of a photo purchased from Doug Shiflet Photography. This is the same wonderful Wamble family that allows us to ride and drive the awesome Alvin. RS
What We Need A Truck For
Buying hay. Although Greg can fit an astounding number of bales in and on a VW Jetta.
Second vehicle. Jetta is going back to VW. Greg gets Fiat. I drive truck.
Dump. It’s per load, so better to have big loads. Also, keeps trash out of passenger car.
Gravel. Fencing posts. Sheets of plywood. All those miscellaneous truck tasks that spring up when you have the space.
Evacuating. Which I fervently hope never to require.
and, drumroll …
Shipping. Milton to SSF for cowboy remediation. Milton to SSF for first hitch. Milton to driving lessons, clinics, shows. Rodney to the AEC? Someday? Maybe?
Note: There several “truck” posts that refer to horse shopping.
This has been the plan all along: one fancy show horse for me & a husband horse that could double as my second horse, not as talented but fun. A sports car & a truck if you will. [Truck Shopping] 2012
What We Bought & Why
Ford – Good experience with previous truck. I like the sightlines in the Ford.
F250 – We could tow with a F150, but we would be topping out the range.
Gas – As a dedicated towing vehicle, diesel. Since I will be sashaying about, gas.
Extended Cab – Didn’t want to drag around the weight. Don’t need the seating. In 3+ years, we’ve had a human in the backseat of the Fiat [Stocking] once, for 10 minutes.
2WD – Excess weight. Previous truck was 2WD. Never felt the lack of 4WD.
XLT – Spent way too long trying to get dealers to explain the difference between the XL with add-ons and the XTL package.
White – Extended cabs are work trucks. Work trucks come in white. We would’ve had to order to get color. Didn’t feel strongly enough about it.
New – Used trucks were not a bargain. A truck with 2/3 of a useful life would be 2/3 the price. Or high-mileage. Or deluxe diesel crew cabs.
No Hitch – Ford no longer has this as an option. (?!?) Since it will be after-market anyway, we are having done ourselves rather than pay the dealer to arrange.
Rodney is not happy. I have been taking long-line/ground-driving lessons at Stepping Stone to improve my groundwork at home.
Rodney is having to cope with pressure. As I improve where I stand in relation to the horse, I am better able to push forward. Rodney doesn’t like the pressure. Suck it up, Cupcake. If we are ever to get anywhere, I have to be able to talk to you without you curling up like a shrimp. This is the least possible amount of pressure that would still register on the scale.
Rodney is having to cope with me. The upside of being an amateur’s horse is personalized attention. The downside is occasional moments of infelicitous rein-handling.
Rodney is having to cope with using his brain. It is SO much easier to give him space to sort himself out when I am standing on the ground 10 feet away rather than sitting on his back.
Rodney does not like having to cope. On Friday, he ran off once he was dismissed. He hasn’t done that in years.
I am choosing to see all of this as signs of growth. Time will tell.
This one is about art rather than horses. As with the others, the people are glamorous & ghastly. Their stories are over the top & impossible to put down. Also check out Cooper’s non-fiction, e.g. Class and Turn Right at the Spotted Dog.
Cover image from Goodreads. My copy was not presentable. Letter inspiration:
From Daily Drop Caps by Jessica Hische. “Individuals are welcome to use the drop caps on personal (non-commercial) sites within blog posts”.
Virtual Brush Box 