The dream is to be full of flaws and ultimately o.k. with it. To fight dirty for that hope of winning; at a show, a rodeo, a personal feat, in life. To allow every pot hole in the road less traveled to be a lesson well learned. To believe in your strength. To be looked up to and admired. Not because you are pretty but because your talent is prevalent, even in your teardrops. To have the kind of drive that drags you from your bed to the coffee pot to the barn every morning. To recognize your natural ability but instead of rely on it, build on it. To learn not to be afraid of anything. Not horses' feet. Not failure. To be a beautiful, wreckless, magnetizing, disheveled mess. To be a freaking girl boss.
-gussie
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