Hi! I’m Audrey, a fortysomething single mom of three, lawyer, traveler and wanna-be writer on a mission to live a life I truly love! I started this blog to capture my observations along the way. I believe that if you want something, truly heart achingly want it, there is a way to make it happen. I write for anyone looking to reclaim their bounce-outta-bed energy and enthusiasm to pursue a dream. You are never too old…or too young.
When I was seven years old I wanted a horse. Not like your typical seven-year-old, though. I WANTED a horse, I needed a horse, I could not live without a horse. I spent the next seven years begging my dad to please buy me a pony. Pleeaasse. I begged, I cried, I threatened to run away, I went on hunger strikes. I joined the 4-H horse club (the only member without a horse.) I was obsessed. Relentless. It got me nowhere. Nowhere, that is, until my fourteenth birthday. That was the year my dad uttered the words that forever changed my life…
“If you want a horse, buy it yourself.”
Now, up until that moment it had never occured to me that I, Audrey, have the power and the ability to control my destiny. Why yes! I could buy myself a horse! I didn’t have to wait for someone else to do it for me. I immediately began looking for ways to earn money. I dog walked, petsat, babysat, raked leaves, mowed yards, shoveled snow, everything I could think of. That Summer I babysat Monday thru Friday from 7 AM to 6 PM. I saved every penny and by the end of the Summer I had $400. I eagerly scanned the newspaper for my dream horse, but I quickly realized that while I might have enough to buy a horse I simply did not have enough to pay for its care. I was discouraged, but not deterred.
I kept reading the livestock for sale column and one day I came across an ad that said “Free horse. September through June.” It was from a camp that farms out their horses for the winter months. They provided a saddle and bridle and paid all the veterinarian and farrier bills. I was ecstatic! I pedaled my bike as fast as I could to a barn about 3 miles down the road. I asked if they took in boarders and how much. They wanted a hundred dollars per month, but we negotiated to $50 if I clean stalls (they didn’t realize that I would’ve paid them to let me clean stalls!). The minute I got home I called that camp and using my most adult voice I was able to convince them to send me a horse. I could hardly contain my excitement, but I didn’t tell a soul. No one. Not even my dad. I was too afraid that the singular statement – “Buy yourself a horse” – upon which I had based my entire pursuit of horseownership might have just been an off hand comment spoken in frustration after seven years of hearing me whine and not actual permission to own a horse should I pull off the unlikely.
A week or so later my Dynamo stepped off the trailer. I did it. I have a horse!
That night around the dinner table my dad asked the typical – how was your day, what did you do – questions. When it was my turn I stuck out my chin with resolve and blurted “I-got-a-horse-she’s-in-the-barn-down-the-road-she-is-mine-and-I-am-keeping her.”
And, I did.
Ever since then when life throws roadblocks in my way I remember Dynamo and being fourteen and feel empowered. There is always a way to achieve your dreams, but you can’t just sit there and wait for someone else to make them happen. Get up, change the channel, and Go For It.
Audrey – possibly the only daughter who will be forever grateful that her dad did not buy her a pony
“Kwenda ka” is Swahili and, loosely translated, means “Go for it.” (I studied Swahili for two years in college after I got mad at my Spanish professor on the second day of class (a story for another day!)). “Go for it” is my dad’s motto.