Shortly after summer began, I packed my life and moved to Belgium. I settled in a town called Enghien, about 5 kilometers away from the stable in Herne. Being underage and without a car, my daily commute was a 10 km round trip on a bicycle—come rain or shine—to my job as an Assistant Trainer. One of my favorites, CJ My days were filled with the raw energy of young horses. My responsibility was a rotating roster of youngsters: some just being introduced to the saddle, others r

If you want something bad enough, the universe has a funny way of putting it right in front of you. But sometimes, it requires you to be brave enough to grab it. Springtime, just before my 17th birthday, I was scrolling through social media when a post stopped me in my tracks. Perrine Prevost , a renowned reining trainer in Belgium, was looking for a co-trainer and assistant. My heart raced. This was it. This was the "next step" I had been dreaming of. But then reality hit: H