Many of us try to figure out how to do right by everything we do: work a full-time job and still spend enough time with family. Or combine a busy schedule and still find time to socialize with friends. We often make do by compromising to a “good enough” in one area or another.
I have been obsessed with horses my entire life. When I was little, all I wanted was to own a horse and to compete in show jumping, which I eventually did. Since my family was not wealthy by any means, so I always had to bring along young/inexperienced horses, which I just considered part of the journey. I started to compete at the Grand Prix level when I was 16. At that point it would have been a fairly reasonable option to make horses my livelihood and become a professional equestrian. However, I realized quickly that everything horse-related is expensive and that horse-related careers are volatile: If you get hurt (which you will; it’s horses), you have a problem. Since I definitely wanted to continue the horse thing as an adult, I started to design a career around horses (but not with horses). I finished high school, went to college, got a graduate degree. Horses and competing definitely had to take a step back during college and grad school. Studying and several jobs to pay for said horses kept me more than busy.
I moved to a different country twice and retired my last two competition horses, always promising myself to “Get back to it one day.” I remember talking to another competitor (I think I was 14 or 15 at the time). She was in her late 20s or early 30s. She had taken a break from riding for a while to start a family and was just getting back into competing on her experienced show jumper. We were both walking the course of a 1.20m class (a height I would have jumped on a green bean back then without thinking twice about it). She said to me: “It’s so much harder as you get older. I used to not worry about this height and now this course makes me nauseous.” I did not understand. How could you just “lose it”?
Well, I “got back to it” a few years ago after graduating and getting a big-girl job. Now I understand. My break from jumping and competing was on the order of 10 years. That’s a long time. Starting up again, a 2’6″ jump looked enormous. I’m still struggling with the courage part. However, I don’t like being told what to do, not even by myself and most definitely not by my fears. That may be the reason why I switched disciplines and started to dabble in eventing.
One side effect of the discipline change has been largely improved flat work. It’s actually a focus of mine now and dare I say, I manage to hold my own with respectable scores (of course, there’s always room to get better yet). But I’m still scared to death whenever I stand in a cross country start box, no matter the level.
Now comes the real challenge of wanting to do this with a big-girl job: time. I like having a professional non-horsey) career and want to be great at what I do. I also like my hobby and want to be great at that as well. The latter I’m finally willing to admit. For the last few years I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter if I competed, at which level, or how I did. This pretense created a certain lack of a accountability and largely a lack of goals (you’ll never encounter me in my job without goals). I noticed that I felt frustrated about my hobby and my standing hypothesis is that all those things do matter to me and it’s about time for some goals and accountability.