Calling for Compromise
Life is really one big compromise, am I right? This doesn’t exclude the horse world, but sometimes I think people forget that… myself included. In every aspect of my little bubble of equestriandom, I compromise. Some are instinctive and easy, while others are harder to swallow. The most prominent example of my ‘not so favorite’ compromise is my lovely, eight year old horse with hock arthritis of a 20 year old Grand Prix jumper. That was a compromise I accepted…