My favorite barn mates were mucking out, so in a move to put off trekking across the field, I stopped in the shade of the barn to catch up on the adventures of the past week, and of course all things Rebecca Farm. The girl who was riding Bridget for me reported she'd been awesome and super fun, which is always a good thing to hear about my occasionally naughty pony. At this point, there was much drama occurring behind me, with the mares squabbling over space, so I moved to a safer location, totally absorbed in barn mate's recap of how the 1* rode and what the competitors party was like. "It sounds like you had so much fun. You're super inspiring", i was saying, "maybe one day I'll get to Rebecca. I have my doubts it will be with Bridget, but..." As I was saying that, I felt a gentle nudge on my back. Oh hi, Midge...wait, how did you get here? Were you the one causing the commotion? Yes indeed, it seems the pony couldn't wait to say hi, even if it meant moving the boss mares out of her way. Too long without treats, or did she miss me? Whichever the case, it was one of those moments that remind me why I do this - it's definitely more about the pony than it is about progress or competitive results.