This is it, really. I think sometimes we of the significantly-more-priveleged-than-most sometimes forget that we are comparing ourselves to the real 1%.
We see photos on social media of stunning arenas and six-figure horses that shine from the efforts of the best grooms in the country/world; we know people who know people who spent the winter showing in Florida; we are encouraged by our trainers who make it seem like it’s what one does, no questions asked. Hell, from day one, when someone told me I could trade scrubbing and hauling buckets for a 20-minute hack at closing time (as long as I picked the arena after), I thought I had a chance. We are made to believe in this sport as much as in this country that we CAN get ourselves there, only to realize it’s not worth compromising your child’s entire college education (sic) on bringing your worth-it’s-weight-in-gold but not nearly competitive enough 3’ horse to Florida for a single season.
Sure, someone might find that journey valuable and pursue it at all costs. But it is far from easy and far from commonplace.