06/09/2026
I still have more days than not where I genuinely doubt myself as a rider. I know!! I have talked in great detail about my confidence throughout my years online, but the reality is that itās still something I struggle with more than Iād like to admit.
Riding off property in new places and environments is where I feel the most challenged. There is something about leaving the comfort of home that can easily make me second guess my abilities even when I know logically that Iām prepared. Now, Iāve come a long ways since my gnarly fall in 2013 while at a competition. Iāve done things I once never thought Iād be capable of achieving! However, my personal successes donāt mean the yucky feelings simply go p**f. Being somewhere unfamiliar still tugs at the āwhat if?ā part of my brain.
To make matters even better, I put a lot of pressure on Maddie. I am a chronic perfectionist and over-achiever. I know what I am capable of while in the saddle, so when my anxieties creep up, itās super easy for me to think I should be past this point by now. I should be more confident. I should be able to handle my sh*t. Iāve done some hard things in my day. Why do I still carry this weight?
I used to assume that if I put myself through enough uncomfortable situations, eventually the internal noise would just shut up. To be clear, exposure certainly helps! Each time Iām willing to be vulnerable, sit with the discomfort, and realize that Iām actually okay, I always deposit a coin in my trust piggy bank. My goal isnāt for the noise to completely disappear though. I think my goal is to hear without letting it take over. I can know Iām well equipped and still be nervous. I can know that I donāt have to convince my mind that nothing bad is going to happen. Thatās not real life! I do, however, have to trust that if something DOES happen, I CAN handle it.
I think this is what confidence looks like for me right now. Confidence isnāt never questioning my skills. Confidence is learning those feelings of doubt donāt get to determine my future. When my āwhat if?ā taps its finger on my shoulder, Iām trying my damnedest to answer it with a different style of question:
What if I can?