Some days I’m the rider with the plan.
I’ve got the route mapped out, my heels are down, my hands are soft, and it looks like I actually know what I’m doing out here.
The “hang on, don’t die, don’t cry, don’t bail, just breathe and stay upright” kind of days.
Where the plan goes out the window, the footing is questionable, my confidence flickers, and I’m just hoping me and my sanity both make it back to the barn in one piece.
And honestly? That applies to my whole life, not just my horse.
Some days I’m organized, calm, healing, hydrating, doing the work, communicating like a mature adult.
Other days I’m mentally feral, emotionally untacked, and just doing my best not to bolt, spook, or bite anyone who gets too close.
But here’s the thing… I still show up.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when the self-doubt is loud.
Even when it feels like everyone else got the “how to be a put-together human” manual and I somehow missed the handout.
Because progress isn’t pretty.
Confidence isn’t linear.
And competence? It usually looks boring from the outside - just quiet, steady miles put in when nobody’s cheering.
So if you see me out here looking like I’ve got it all together - I don’t.
I’m just like you. Doing my best. Learning as I go. Trying to move forward without losing myself in the noise.
Unpolished. Unfiltered. Still riding. Still trying. Still showing up - even on the days it feels like I’m just hanging on.
And honestly? I’m proud of that and you should be too.