04/27/2026
Sad part of our culture these days. Working hard isn’t enough anymore.
About 15 months ago, I wrote an article for the Plaid Horse Magazine discussing the rising cost of being an equestrian, Katie Bowersox writes. After writing that article, I finally found a farm that accepted me and worked with what I could give. At 23, I was working on Sundays, doing turnout and cleaning stalls, in exchange for a few rides and a lesson when my trainer was available. Now, at 24, just over a year later, I have a new job where I make almost $20,000 more than before, and I’ve been priced out of riding altogether.
While losing my unicorn barn situation was entirely my personal choice, I thought taking a new job with such a big raise would make it all a wash, even though I’d be moving to a new city. I thought surely I would be able to afford a half lease or even a lesson program. Imagine my shock when I found out the standard lesson in my area was $125/ hour, or that board would range from $2,000-$3,500, not including lessons. Even by working all my overtime hours and picking up extra shifts, I wouldn’t be able to afford time in the tack.
I can’t help but look back and wonder, “Where did I go wrong?” Maybe moving to my dream city meant giving up on my dreams of riding. After all, I picked an expensive city, and I knew that when I moved here.
I initially had hope when I got to Miami; I had found a wonderful farm that needed an extra rider to get all of the horses ridden in a day. It seemed like the equestrian world still had a place for me. But then they moved further south, had more pasture space, and with that, more time to ride their own horses, and my rides dried up. I was back to square one again.
That cycle would continue. Take a trial lesson, talk about my options with the head trainer, realize they had nothing within my budget, and tell them to let me know if any new opportunities open up. I never heard from any of them again.
Maybe this is just how it is meant to end for me, with a horse-shaped hole in my chest that can’t be filled by anything else. While I spend my days reading book after book for my book club, I ignore all of the novels written by Natalie Keller Reinert that sit on my shelves, cruel reminders of the world I can’t afford to be a part of.
I do my best to scroll past the WEF photos on Instagram without feeling envious. I skip the TikToks of people training their horses at home. I keep reading The Plaid Horse, but now I take my time, as each article is a cruel reminder that I have opinions about a world I cannot afford to have a voice in.
Even now, as I sit here writing this article, I am taking breaks mid-sentence because the screen gets blurry through my tears as I face a harsh reality I have been ignoring: I cannot afford my only dream.
📎 Continue reading this article at https://www.theplaidhorse.com/2026/04/27/a-horse-shaped-hole-what-happens-when-you-cant-afford-to-ride/
📸 courtesy of Katie Bowersox