Coming from nearly 20 years of show ring experience, it can be helpful to contemplate where “success” exists for an aspiring horseman/lady. That’s all this is — a reminder of balance, remembering what the real victory looks like, appreciating the journey.
Back at my childhood home in South Dakota, I have a room full of red rose garlands, satin ribbons in every color, wooden plaques with brass plates, and trophies that range from tiny, shiny blue plastic to colossal statues bearing the title of National Championship. It’s a beautiful little collection of jubilant memories. Moments that meant a great deal to me — all undoubtedly wonderful and special. These were moments that inspired my heart to beat excitedly, my hands to shake with exhilaration, my mind to race in the thrill.
And it felt like magic; I don’t deny that.
However, with some perspective in the mix, I do think that the pinnacle of these moments is ephemeral in nature — as the cheers of the crowd dissipate, so does the intense feeling of fulfillment within. Of course, that doesn’t make the win any less special. It is an incredible and tangible testament to the talent and intelligence of your horse, the finesse and skill set of your trainer, and the composure and ability you exhibited in the arena. It is a lovely honor to celebrate, but I think that placing these winning moments as the end goal, the triumph, and the ultimate objective will only leave you temporarily delighted. And shortly thereafter, you will realize that trophy you’ve been pining after didn’t come with a lifetime supply of happiness you assumed it would.
When you come to appreciate the transitory reality of the winning buzz, it is easy to locate the path that leads to real happiness, fulfillment, and accomplishment. It comes down to one simple thing — something that’s not a thing at all. It’s the being beneath you. The furry partner who has been by your side the whole time. The one who doesn’t care about getting greased up and wearing the latest wool outfits in 80 degree heat. The one who aims to please you and gets overly excited about loud noises and hopes that your confidence and wherewithal will simply get them through the 20-minute class.
The horse! Ahh, that’s right.
The long-term bliss comes in the moments spent brushing your horse, lovingly poking the soft spot on the side of their muzzle, going extra fast in the arena when no one is around. These are the moments that make your heart sing, your tummy buzz with excitement, your soul swirl with love and contentment. Because these are the moments of genuine, centered presence.
Ribbons are dandy and goals are helpful, but don’t forget to enjoy everything that leads up to the show ring. That’s the secret. Once you realize that the point of all of this silliness does not exist in the color of the ribbon you bring home, you win. That’s it. Call the neighbors, ‘cuz it’s potluck time. (That’s a saying, right?)