My Destiny
June 29th, 2008 by Heidi
For as long as I can remember, I have loved horses, all kinds. Doesn’t every little girl? There were those years that I felt like my whole world was centered around four legged grace, blessed with a flowing mane and tail. I was always envious of my friends who could open their back doors, walk to the barn, saddle up and ride all day long – no cares in the world. When I could, I’d ride with them, too. Other times I read books about horses, watched movies and daydreamed. I bought magazines and taught myself all that I could learn with the hopes that someday, I’d have a horse of my own.
And one day, that dream came true. I was given a horse through the 4-H program. I was able to show that he would be the center of my world and I’d love him for always. I named him ‘Romeo’, because he was my love, even before I met him face to face.
He was so handsome, flea-bitten grey with a ratty mane and tail. He looked like he had been through the ringer but it didn’t take long before he was as gorgeous as he could be. I cared for him every day. I did his daily care and I rode him every free minute that I could. We bonded. He understood me like nobody else could, or would. Nobody else understood him either. They thought he was a bit tempermental and unruly. And while I agreed, I thought he was perfect and unpredictable. He listened to me and loved me back just the same as I loved him. Even those weeks when I was too ill to ride, I sat on the bales of straw next to his stall and just hung out with him. And I daydreamed about the forever after that I wanted for my life. I wanted that freedom to just open my back door, walk to the barn, saddle up and ride all day long – no cares in the world.
The first day of school my senior year we had to write a short essay about what would we be doing in 10 years. It was not a hard question for me. I answered it the same way I had answered it all my childhood days. I’d be living on a ranch and raising horses. If I was really lucky, I’d be barrel racing around the country. Little did I pay attention to just a few months before when I sold my horses to get away from a life I wasn’t happy with and to try on something new. Even though it broke my heart, I always thought that I’d one day find myself back in the horse world and make it up to myself. Sadly, that’s where my horse life stopped. It halted so fast, I was bucked off.
Now, 16 years later, I feel so derailed. My niece, Lily, is taking riding lessons. I’m so envious of her. And I’m so proud that she loves every minute of it. Hearing her excitement and accomplishments has made me feel like I was 13 years old again and riding my own horse for the very first time. And all I can think about is horses. How I miss riding and that carefree feeling that only being on horseback can bring. I miss laying in the field of high grasses with Romeo eating around me and us being the best of friends. He got me through some really rough times and made them so much better.
And today I’m just a little bit sad anyway. There are days that life seems so hard and not really fulfilled in the way that I had wanted it to be. For months now, the movie ‘Flicka’ has been saved on my DVR. I’ve wanted to watch it but have been putting it off, knowing that it would be one of those movies that’s hard for me to watch. Today was the day to watch it. And I cried the entire time. Partially for the story but mostly for the life that I wanted that never got – that big Quarter Horse ranch, the rolling hills to ride through, raising my kids around horses. Katy says, “It’s ok dad, you can shoot us.” And I lost it. That’s so how I feel – that when I let go of my horses I also let go a big part of me. And there’s that strong feeling that I’ll never get it back, either. And not for a lack of wanting, it’s just the road I’ve taken, not always by choice, but by necessity.
I’m a mom of three, a photographer, and living the city life. The city life has never felt quite right. It’s convenient, but it’s not cozy, or fresh. I don’t have the means to follow that dream of owning a big ranch and raising foals. I have too many other responsibilities to try and make it work for me.
And I wonder if my life has gone all wrong or if that wonderful time of my life and all that daydreaming was only meant to be for a short time. But it feels so torturous. I feel so trapped. I’m not unhappy with my life, I just don’t feel fulfilled. I want something more. I want horses. I want to feel that warm muzzle on my cheek and wake p to whinnying in the field. I want my kids to ride the same way I did. I want to shovel stalls and spend hours braiding tails. I loved strapping on a bridle and swinging my leg over and going for a bareback ride for hours. I enjoyed that solitude and time to clear my head. I remember the days of only wanting to go riding. I didn’t care that I neglected my friends or family, horses were my life. I want to never forget what it all feels like.
Watching the movie made the tears flow and the feelings raw. I’m back to daydreaming about that wide open green field with the setting sun all viewed from atop a horse. It made me want that life back. It made me wonder if I have taken the wrong road or if I’m just on a long detour. It’s made me question my destiny. Do I have one? It made me sad inside and out. And also, it made me miss my dad.
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