05/22/2026
Sometimes life throws you curve balls when you least expect it. This week has been spent trying to recover, slow down long enough to heal, and piece together everything that happened after Monday’s freak accident.
Since then, I’ve heard all the questions and comments:
“Are you ready to stop now?”
“Don’t you think this is a sign?”
“Well, maybe if you had fewer horses…”
And honestly, my answer is still the same.
I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m pursuing the life and dreams I’ve worked hard for, and one accident doesn’t change that. Horses are powerful animals, and when you choose this lifestyle, you understand there are risks that come with it. But loving horses means loving them through all of it — the good days, the hard days, the wins, the setbacks, and even the moments that shake you.
I don’t blame the horses. I don’t love them any less. And I don’t suddenly doubt my lifestyle or career choice because something scary happened. If anything, moments like this remind me just how much heart, grit, and passion this life takes.
Accidents happen in every walk of life. This one just happened to involve something I love deeply. I may be bruised, sore, and recovering, but I’m not defeated.
At the end of the day, this lifestyle is part of who I am. And when you truly love something, you don’t walk away from it the moment it gets hard.