So. My husband decided to go back to school, enrolled, and quit his ridiculously stable, well paying, nightmare of a job, all in less than a month. I could not be happier for and with him, this decision will be a long process, but one which will open doors in our lives which will never close. (Go get um Sug!) Only conundrum, I bought a second horse seven months ago. Not a sales horse, or a project horse, a horse, my horse. I am conflicted on having this discussion out in the open, but since I don't advertise this blog anywhere, I think it would be safe to say, I can talk about how damn hard it is to feed, board, and live, with two horses on a plastic pony budget.
Lets start with the initial, "I've got this, no biggie!" feeling which happens when you initially revise the "new" budget. Its a big fat lie. Things are NOT OK. Subway trips three times a week? Nope. New boots for winter? Get ready to save for two months to afford the bargain brand. Horse needs a new blanket? Au naturel is the new Horseware Ireland, get with the program buddy! Going from a combined income sitting us solidly in the middle class tax bracket, to living on a part time position, is really, really shocking. I've never been a worrier, or someone who stresses easily, but money worries cause so much immediate, life altering stress that its unbelievable. I had phantom tremors. My hands would shake, my shoulders would ache, I would cry my eyes out driving to work. I was a mess, and Poplar was not even on the checkbook yet! She was still at the trainers, paid in full.
I got behind, spent my measly savings trying to catch up, and struggled to stay afloat, but my horses were paid for and that was a huge relief.
We can do this, and I feel like its an important thing to share, even as personal as it feels, because someone, somewhere is about to rip their hair out, living in the exact same reality.
Stick it out, you got this, they make 2000 flavors of Ramen.
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