Life gets crazy, you work, you have kids, you have a home to care for, errands to run, food to cook, chores to do... the list is never ending. Pretty soon you realize that you just don't have the time to ride. The fun is gone, it's just work.
That’s what I’m told anyway. I have friends who have sold their horses, gotten out of it completely. It was always hard for me to understand. I would try to sympathize, accept, but I never truly did, beyond thinking that they just must not truly love the sport, the lifestyle.
Two kids later, I can start to understand. I get wore out. Nights where I’m up 4 or 5 times, working, cranky kids, driving to do chores, forced to feed in the rain, haul water, trek half a mile pulling a wagon filled with feed, it has often felt like work and not at all fun. I’ve always been able to tell myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel. It’s temporary. Soon, maybe not soon enough, but soon it will be easy again. Still, through it all, I didn’t regret it. I don’t regret it, or resent it, or my kids. If I didn’t ride for 2 weeks or only once a week, I still enjoy just the few minutes with the horses it takes to feed. That’s just me. It’s just part of my genetic makeup. I know that my parents used to think I would grow out of it, at this point, it’s pretty well understood that nothing will change.