A few years ago, I had someone call about a pony I had for sale. We chatted for a while and then she said “He sounds amazing but he is too good for me.” I was confused by this. Was he too much money? Was he unsafe? No, she just didn’t think she could do him justice.
At the time, I was confused and just didn’t get it. So if you can afford an Aston Martin – why don’t you buy one?
New boy Jack is something really special – his breeding suggests he could jump around Badminton and he definitely appears to have everything be a HOYS contender. But he doesn’t have William Fox-Pitt to take him to Badminton, he has me. 5ft2, slightly broken, little me. What if I am just not good enough? What if I give it everything and it’s still just not enough?
Last night, I fed him his dinner and gave him a cuddle and realised he doesn’t care whether he becomes a superstar or not. So, why should I? I will do my best and he will be loved and cared for, that’s all he really cares about.
So, my advice: If you can afford an Aston Martin, and it will make you happy, buy it. Even if you only ever drive 30 miles an hour.