Great Ideas and Tough Choices

Jill introduced herself to her film school class mates as an accidental cat wrangler to be funny, but it was true she insisted on training the pets, cats, even though she didn't even "like" them.  She had adopted these two, yes, when she worked at the vet's where they came in as rescues, but she refused to be a cat lady.  In fact, she didn't want to acknowledge herself as anything but a horseperson ha. Meanwhile, the kitties would RUN to her when she called them, they'd rush down the street to her like dogs.  It was hilarious.  And, they answered any time she spoke their name, as if on command.  But she didn't like cats, oh no...



She still secretly wanted to be in a band, but she just couldn't get it up to start asking people, ha.  Folks were (finally) asking her, to jam and write and perform together, but she thought if she could just get her moxy on, and push her own priorities, it would all become much more organized and productive, and actually happen, to everyone's enjoyment!  But then again, she could be pushy.  And, yet here she was unable to push? She wanted to ask Roomie's advice.

At the dinner table, however, all talk revolved around the fact that Roomie was upset because there was no such thing as medically assisted death.   A human wasn't allowed to decide their own fate.  We weren't allowed to opt out of life!  And how if you mention a thought about suicide to a doctor, no matter your health condition, they have to go to extraordinary legnths to keep you alive, by law.  Roomie thought it was twisted, and she didn't even want to get started on how some folks can take their horse overnight to the Horse Hospital for colics, even if they are old and "worthless" beyond their sentimental status with rick owners and other working horses could just die from the same ailment because of the prohibitive medical costs and none of it is fair at all or makes any sense, and she didn't even know what the solutions could be... Jill's opinion about the earth being overpopulated always left her preaching about thinning the herd.
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One of Jill's new bosses had a great idea for her clients/students:  to keep a horse journal.   Jill heard her tell a new comer, "I will never ask to see it, it is for your eyes only, but I encourage you to keep a diary about your experiences with the horses."

So, when a small student asked after the lesson "I should be writing in the new diary I got right?" Jill knew what she meant and said yes. She thought it was hilarious that she had her lined spiral notebook out in the barn, and was standing in front of her yet-to-be-put-away pony trying to make some marks.

"So, in your journal you are gonna write 'note to self. keep feet out of way of naughty pony feet' right?" Jill asked her, since she had finally finished crying about getting stepped on.

At the other side of barn, Jill's buddy wanted an assessment of the other instructor as a rider, "but, does she have TALENT?" the other rider wanted to know.
Jill couldn't afford an internet service or a new cell phone to replaced the smashed one and she didn't know how she would pay her rent or student loans.  So she didn't even try on any of the boots she really, really was jonesing for...