Quiet Dreamer

It started off as one thing. Then it took root. It grew and blossomed and spread into something else.
First, I just wanted a horse of my own. I was a little kid. The typical little girl who always asked for a pony for Christmas. I never got one. My parents never faltered on taking me to lessons though.

I remember when my "dream horse" went up for sale at our barn. I cried and cried when my parents didn't buy her for me.

In the long run, they did me a favor. But it was hard for me to see it that way as a teenager.

As an adult, with a job and my own money, I though I could finally pull it off. Buy my own horse. I didn't want to rush into it. I wanted the perfect horse and to find a good facility to keep it at.
I researched and planned, budgeted and saved. Researched boarding facilities and discussed with my parents until I was blue in the face.

I even found some really nice horses for sale in the area. But in the end, I didn't buy the horse.

I went back to riding other people's horses instead. Taking lessons. Saving my money. I kept looking for the right horse. Waiting. Waiting.

The dream festered and grew. It started to become something else. I wanted land too. My own barn. I wanted the whole package. A few horses. To ride at my own leisure.
But could I pull it off, on my own?

It turns out that I don't have to answer that question. Because I'm not alone. I am surrounded by people in my life who completely and utterly support my dreams. And it's a great feeling.