Worth it

Every morning, I drive to the barn to spend time with Olive.

Sometimes I ride her.

Sometimes I work her in hand.

Sometimes I turn her out and take pictures.

It doesn't matter how hot or how cold it is, every day I check on her, move her and feed her.

And every day, I'm glad I did.

This morning was really cold. As I sat in my driveway, watching snow fall on my windshield, I asked myself if this was really necessary. "You can miss a day every now and then," I told myself. "This is BreyerWest week. Tiffany arrives tomorrow, your house is a mess, and you have a million things you need to do. Olive doesn't care. When you turn her out, she's just going to stand in the corner and do nothing. This is stupid. Turn off the car and go back in the house."

I almost did it, but in the end, I just couldn't. I drove to the barn, haltered Olive and led her to the paddock. I took the halter off, and she went and stood in the corner.

I knew it.

Then Reece showed up and put his little mare, Saphira, in with Olive. 

Mutual grooming ensued.

I started to feel better about my life choices.

Then Olive decided to roll.

She jumped to her feet and took off.

And then it was ten minutes of pure chaos.

I watched until I was frozen, and she was quiet again. Then I put her put her back in her stall, hugged her around the neck and gave her her supplements.

It was way too cold and I was way too busy to go to the barn this morning, but I'm glad I did. That was totally worth it.