04/11/2025
๐ด ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ โ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก.
This has been on my mind a lot ..
We keep talking about burnout in the horse world โ but what if it isnโt burnout?
What if itโs just caring too deeply, for too long, without a break?
Because we donโt clock off at 5pm.
We donโt switch off our phones or our brains.
We lie awake wondering if the one that didnโt finish their feed is okay,
or if the weatherโs going to turn the fields into soup again.
We say โIโm fineโ while doing twelve things at once, running on coffee, hay dust and stubbornness.
We hold space for everyone elseโs horses, emotions, and emergencies โ but who holds space for us?
And when we finally show weโre tired, someone always says,
โWell, you chose this life.โ
As if loving something means it shouldnโt exhaust you.
But itโs okay to be tired.
Itโs okay to need a day off.
Itโs okay to love this life and still feel like itโs breaking you sometimes.
Because the truth is, we donโt do it for money, or glory, or thanks.
We do it for the quiet moments โ
the old horse resting his nose on your shoulder,
the rescue that finally trusts again,
the little wins no one else sees.
Thatโs what keeps us here.
So if youโre reading this and youโre running on fumes โ youโre not weak.
Youโre human. You just care more than most. ๐
Ps. If anyone finds a โself-cleaning stableโ or a โfield that never turns to mudโ setting in real life, please DM me immediately. Iโll sell a kidney for it. ๐