ReBoot

**Slow walk up to the 🎤 while dragging a stool … Cue Adele**

“Hello, it's me I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet to go over everythingHello, it's me I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet to go over everything.”

So, four years …. Only six(ish) social media posts since then but really four years. So much has happened…

I guess let us recap back…

The main downfall of KjC was COVID; We went from 4-6k in sales each month to less than $500 in a blink of an eye. I got a big girl job working for the Air-force in the NAF section so to keep the pones in their basic lifestyle. I sold the mobile unit since I could not go anywhere and went back to college to get a BA in Business & now currently Im attending the University of Florida’s Warrington College of Business for my Masters in Entrepreneurship.

As per usual we PCS-ed at the end of 2022/2023 to Eglin AFB Fl (Destin Florida). The Great Mj went first since we could not find a mini farm again nor did the base housing have room. So, after 5.5months of two households and other similar things, Momma J, the Pones, all the indoor fur babies, and I finally were able to join him in Jan of 2023, back in base housing and the Pones going to the base barn. I did a few things for local friends and posted those pics, but nothing ever like before.

Moving back to Florida I thought I would get back to normal; that was a lie I told myself. I told myself that all thru 2023 into 2024. I went to work part time hoping to find my groove and find something. Looking back, I now know I was suffering. I just felt under water, and I could not find a way up. The barn atmosphere, while everyone knows it’s my sanctuary of peace and ponies, was FAR from it. I found multiple people, not even barn members feeding my horses (yes you read that correctly). The last straw was when I found am older gentleman and his grand kids feeding WonderPony pears (yes plural) even with all the signs saying do not feed special diet... blah blah. When I said something, he proceeded  to tell me it was fine his grandfather fed them to horses when he was a kid. I said so if I started feeding your grand kids pears by your logic that is ok.; He became irate saying you cannot feed my grandkids, I do not know you, I said your feeding mine….

So that sparked the Great Mj into us finding a farm again. Along this search, I realized that I had stopped riding. I had stopped wanting to be at the barn; the barn was no longer a place of joy and peace for me; It was a place of horror. I kept to myself as I have different views of care than the rest of the barn. Every time I would ride or try to ride one of the other members (it was a group of 5-7; not all of them) seemed to go out of their way to just be in my way (I even started hacking out on the trails (I know right?! No longer a “Ring Queen”) to get away from them which didn’t work) or they’d file a complaint because I was distracting them from there lesson when I was hacking out in the field.(who knew that was a thing). I have always been very blessed that I was either in my own barn or at barns that shared similar views, I have never experienced a toxic barn environment, until this one. So, I stopped riding. It was not fair to the horses, and I would rather them be fat and out of shape then to put them into a situation that other people created on purpose. So, I buried myself in graduate school, took whatever extra shifts the part time job had to keep busy. I had no drive to do anything except the minimum. All the while Momma J was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. We do not know which one yet, so she has good days and bad days.

We broke ground on the farm in Sept 2024 and we moved in March 2025. The relief of pulling myself and the horses out of that nightmare as we were driving off it was as if I could breathe. I had woken up from a nightmare dream where I was trapped and all I could do was keep the horses and I alive. While that all was going on my part time job closed, and I now find myself not only breathing again, but wanting to create and have the people back in my life that I want.

 I also can now take care of Momma J since Im back with everything I love safe and at home on the farm.

Here’s to after a four-year break,

I want to go back to creating stuff, and building the farm with all of you. I was sharing my life and being “authentic” with everyone on social media before it was “on trend” .

I’m going back to old Sckool KjC. Doing all the creative shit, sharing all the shit that happens on the farm and to me… selling the outside brands I believe in and giving back to the equestrian world that I love.

I am doing a ReBOOT!

I hope the expansive KjC family is willing to join the group again. 

We are all older, we are all not much wiser and the shenanigans are just even more funny now…

~☮️🦄 Kj