Why I Chose This Life

I think I was born with the soul of the land.

As far back as I can remember, horses weren't just a hobby; they were the rhythm of my life. My childhood wasn't measured in school holidays, but in the quiet intensity of foaling seasons, the long days of putting up fences, and the chaotic joy of chasing escaped chickens across the yard. I grew up with horses, and other farm animals, around me day and night, and even then, I knew: one day, I would have a place of my own.

The Call of the Silence

While others were drawn to the bright lights and fast pace of the city, I always felt a pull in the opposite direction. I never loved the city. My heart has always belonged to the open air, the heavy silence of a stable at night, and the peace of mind that comes from having the space to simply do my thing.

For me, success wasn't about a corporate ladder; it was about the connection between human and horse, and the freedom to live authentically.

Roots in the soil

If I had to describe my parents, I’d say they’re a perfect blend of city blood and country soul. Growing up, my mother’s stories weren't from books; they were vivid memories of laying haystacks under the sun and milking cows during her childhood summers.

Moving to countryside they were chasing peace and quiet, but in doing so, they gave my brother and me something far more valuable: a childhood defined by the farmlife: hard work, responsibility, chores, chores, lots of moments laughing, some in tears. To some, it might have looked like a struggle, but to me, it was the most beautiful reality I knew. I remember:

• The silence of deep, biting winters. Seeking my woolen socks not to froze my toes while carrying fresh water to horses, sheep, chicken.

• The flickering candles during sudden electricity blackouts. Fire in the kitchen stove.

• The raw but happy life that taught us resilience.

It wasn't always easy, the future felt wide open and unknown, but those years shaped exactly who I am today.

Me as kid putting hay to haystack. Mama used to tell me that she has done this too, about my age. Traditions.

The Turning Point at Sixteen

When I was 16, that dream started to demand a plan. I wasn't content to wait "until I was older." I moved to my coach’s ranch and started my high school studies in distance learning. It wasn't again the "easy" route. It was a year of incredibly hard work, balancing textbooks with the demands of three horses and ranch work.

But that year changed everything. It allowed me to block out the noise of the world and focus entirely on getting better—not just as a rider, but as a horsewoman. Thanks to my dear coach Siri Haanpää, I learned what I wanted, what I was capable of, and exactly where I was headed. Next chapter already in focus..

One of those moments, focusing on guidance from Siri. With me Sharp Starlight, one of many real teachers in my life.