The art of being strong enough to be stable and adaptable enough to stay out of the way. It's about time I write about something I genuinely love to do and love to talk about. Riding. More specifically, counterbalance. As a rider, one of the most important things I strive for is the ability to remain in constant balance with my horse. Not just to sit in the middle, look pretty, or hold a position, but to develop enough control over my own body that I can adjust my balance in

It’s hard not to talk about suffering when I feel like this chapter of my life should be called exactly that. Suffering. I have lost a lot recently. In April of 2025, I lost Jackson. My first dog of my adult life. My roommate. My best friend. Jackson and Albert were both with me for thirteen years. And if I’m being fair, Jackson was always my favorite. Not because I didn't love Albert. Of course I did. But Jackson needed you in this sweet little way that made you feel importa

Well, this is my blog, and it can be about whatever I want, right? It’s on you whether you read it. I can only write about having my life turned upside down and rebuilding it for so long before even I need a break. So today, let’s talk about something different. Let’s talk about the things I hate most about my job. Newsflash: it isn’t the clients. It isn’t the horses. And it isn’t the paycheck. As much as I hate to say it, quite often, it’s the people in the industry. Before

I can’t believe it’s been a year. I can’t believe it’s only been a year. People always say that in a year, everything in your life can change. I never really believed it. At least not for me. But now, I am living proof that it's true. Over the last year, I’ve talked a lot about the pain. The loss. The fear. The strength it took to keep moving when I wasn’t sure I could. But what I haven’t talked about enough is the beauty that came from it all. Somehow, in the middle of what

Of all the things that have happened this past year, one of the strangest to me has been this— How many people have told me I’m positive. That I have good energy. That I’m uplifting. That I seem lighter. More peaceful. Less stressed. The energy—sure. That’s always been there. You don’t run a life like this without it. But positive? Peaceful? That’s new. In 39 years, I can’t remember anyone describing me that way. If anything, I think there were years people thought I was hard

335 days…335 days ago, life as I knew it ended. Game over. The 18 months before had been hard—but not the kind of hard you don’t come back from. I thought could be an ending where everything was okay. I thought we were going to be fine. And then, without warning—it was over. Like a ton of bricks. No conversation. No transition. Just… gone. We were erased in a single day. With a snap of his fingers—my home, the barn I had spent most hours of most days of my life in—poof. I did