Ten Year Old Me
|Ten year old me didn't even know this view could be possible|
Ten year old me wanted to be a vet. She wanted to have lots of horses and lots of dogs and live on a farm in the country. She wanted to write stories. Ten year old me dreamed about being able to ride every day and jump and compete. She wanted farm life to be her life. But that life seemed far, far away.
Hey, girlfriend. It takes a while, but 22 years later, we're there.
I may not be a vet, but I work for a team of 5 incredible doctors, and I'm learning and having fun at my job every day while I help horses and their people.
|Great coworkers are a bonus.|
I did something I never planned on at ten, and married an amazing man who shares my passion for country life and is, of course, also a dog person.
Together, we now own a house on 2 acres, and we have 2 dogs, 1 pony, and 4 chickens. (More on the chickens later.)
|Livin' the dream with this guy!|
Ten year old me would be dumbfounded at what a phenomenal pony I now own, and at all of the things I've done with him. She never could have imagined all of the adventures we've had, from foxhunting to eventing and showing, to tackling rugged trails, to lessons and clinics with top riders. For a ten year old horse-crazy kid who could only dream of what horse ownership and the show ring might be like, my real life at 32 is far beyond what my childhood self could even fathom.
|I'll never get tired of this picture! 10 yer old me wouldn't have ever thought we'd be doing this!|
There are a lot of markers of success in life. I may not be rich, I may not be famous, I may not have an impressive resume or a trophy room full of blue ribbons from national level horse shows, but I've exceeded the wildest dreams of my ten year old self.
And really, how much more successful can one get?