Back to God

She let her horse carry her as she cried. As she cursed at the sky and the tears fell like rain, her horse just kept going; holding her together as she fell apart.

With every step that gelding took, the walls around her heart crumbled a little more. The lack of contentment, the anxiety, the fear of imperfection all began to dissolve into words mumbled under her breath and hot tears streaming down her face.

Life had become a race to the finish line, and she finally realized she wanted the finish line to stay far, far out in front of her.

Graduate. Go to college. Find a career. Get married. Have kids. Get promoted, move forward, hustle, grind, repeat. Make more money, buy a fancier car, buy a bigger house, carry more stress. Was this really all their was to look forward to? She didn't want to believe that was what success should look like.

The deeper she sank into her saddle, the more she realized she had lost herself in the madness. What did any of that stuff matter if she didn't know who she was anymore? If she died tomorrow, how would people remember her?  Would they remember her for who she really was, or for the show she had to put on each day just to survive?

None of it mattered anymore. She was done worrying about it. With each mile away from the barn, she became an inch closer to her finding herself, and a lifetime closer to God.

❤️ Richelle