04/24/2025
Yessssss ride!
“I’ll ride tomorrow”
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
There’s no more tomorrows
No more rides
No more cantering down your favourite track. No more listening to his hooves as you trot down the road. No more Sunday afternoon walks. No more “us” time.
Never say you’ll ride tomorrow, because you never know how many tomorrows you have left. You’ll never know when will be the last time you land a perfect round, or that perfect square halt.
You’ll never know when the last time will be when you amble down those beautiful paths in the summer sun. You’ll never know when will be the last time you reach for the saddle.
So ride. Ride like every time is the last time. Like ever canter, trot, walk, jump and halt is your last. Come home smiling from ear to ear, even if the ride didn’t go as planned.
Give him a pat, a treat, a hug, a kiss. Tell him that he was amazing and you love him. Because even when it doesn’t go right, it may be the last time you get to dream of your goals on his back.
What I’d give to be able to ace a jump course, a perfect halt, to canter down our track, to hear his hooves beat against the road. To reach for his saddle.
So ride it like you stole it. Because each time, you’re stealing back a tomorrow.
