Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.

She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine.

Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes her special.

Mistakes are simply lessons learned. Don't let one mistake steal your talent. We all mess up. It's what you do with the mess that matters. Learn from it. Take the rope.

Energy and actions speak louder than words. If you are really present with a horse, or a human for that matter, you come to realize that words really aren't that necessary.

Find the middle. Life is a series of extremes, but it doesn't have to be. Try and find the middle. Work on recognizing the highs and the lows and let them be just that. Don't give those feelings an energy, just let them pass through you, come and go.

Training horses, heck riding horses, isn't easy. Failing is part of the process. It's how you brush yourself off and get back in the saddle that counts the most. There's beauty in the breakdown. Everything is about balance.

Life is a series of adjustments. I learned that from all the years I spent bronc ridin'. The bronc goes left, I had to shift right and then make counter move after counter move. It's the same sort of shuffle and shifts with life.

Champions arise through a combination of luck, hard work, and heartache.