09/05/2026
This week I found myself in a world that wasn’t mine.
Not horses, exactly, (there were plenty of those) but a different horse world. Different rhythms. Different language. Different people. Different traditions.
And for once… I wasn’t the one driving the bus.
I wasn’t teaching. Wasn’t organising. Wasn’t leading from the front. Wasn’t “on.”
I was simply there. Part of somebody else’s team. Part of somebody else’s story for a little while.
One of my friends jokingly calls my life “The Jody Hartstone Show,” and tbh she's probably not that wrong.... When you build a business, a reputation, and a life around being capable, visible, and constantly contributing… you get very used to occupying space.
So it was interesting noticing what came up in me when I stepped back from that.
How uncomfortable it can feel to not be centre stage.
How quickly the ego wants to ask: “Am I still important here?” “Do I still belong if I’m not performing?” “What value do I bring if I’m not leading?”
And maybe the answer is: just being human.
This week taught me a lot about observing instead of directing. Listening instead of explaining. Being included without needing to control the outcome. Letting myself soften into somebody else’s world instead of always building my own.
There was something strangely beautiful about sitting quietly in the background at times, watching good people do what they love, learning a completely different side of the horse industry, and simply absorbing it all without needing to be an expert in it.
Growth doesn’t always look like expansion.
Sometimes it looks like learning how to take up less space for a moment.
Not shrinking… Just relaxing the need to hold everything together.
And maybe that’s healthy too.