From our archives -- Saddle Up
From the time I can remember anything at all, my burning passion was to be a cowboy. Not a cowgirl, a cowboy. There were plenty of cowgirls in all the westerns I grew up watching, but they seemed to always be waiting for the cowboys to get back to the ranch. I wanted to be where the action was, ropin' and ridin' and living life out on the range. Unfortunately, growing up at the beach in southern California, I didn't have many opportunities to test my wrangling skills. I set my dreams of spurs and campfires aside and got on with the business of living: finishing school, marrying the man of my dreams (although, not a cowboy), and raising two beautiful boys. Life is good, really good, and I honestly would not change anything about the way things have turned out.
As my 50th birthday looms ever closer and I ponder all the experiences that go along with living for half a century, I still think about being a cowboy. Granted, my focus has changed a little. I am no longer very interested in sleeping on the ground using my saddle for a pillow. Now the appeal of the cowboy life is really all about the horses and riding and being out in the open country, but the dream, the passion, is still there, as strong as ever. The only difference is that now I can do it, I can live my dream. I don’t have to compromise because of my age or my gender or my circumstances. Whatever I want to be, I can still be; we all can.
May we all live our dreams, whether it is one we have carried with us since childhood, or a newly discovered passion we are itching to explore. Is there a college degree in the future, or a musical career put aside because life happened? Whatever your dreams, big or small, practical or fanciful, go ahead, saddle up; I’ll look for you out on the trail.