Dear “I used to be in the 1D”
















Dear “I used to be in the 1D,”

I see you.

You stand in the alley quietly, as if invisible.

Loud chatter rolls by as you hear the latest and greatest cackle over their runs.

You think no one sees you.

But I do.

I remember when you were the “One.”

All you had to do was enter, pretty much always guaranteed a check.

It really wasn’t that long ago, but our sport moves on quickly and yesterday’s champions are barely noted.

Your saddle leather is worn, but because of its quality, it doesn’t look old.

You’ve moved past using your trophy tack because you know the win was so much more than a buckle, saddle, or breast collar.

You understand the magic of being humble, as you’ve seen the biggest talkers fall the hardest.

Every once in a while you will offer advice, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

They ask for the alley to be cleared.

And you walk out.

Relaxed. Soft Handed. Graceful.

I see you.


The Cowgirl Manifesto

@2018 Copyright



  1. Ah, I loved this post. It is such a reminder about those people who stand in the shadows but have just as much experience as those who are louder in the industry!

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