I was getting ready for bed last night when I began worrying about my horses. They weren’t wearing their blankets because it had been in the upper 30’s during the day. When I fed them and put them in the barn for the night, it was still 28 degrees. In fact, as I took off my boots and socks and tucked my daughter into her bed, the temperature was the same as it was earlier even though the forecast said it would go down to 20 degrees. I hoped they wouldn't be too cold. Man, I did not want to go out there. I just wanted to crawl under the covers.
My rule is that I put the blankets on the girls when it is below 20. Even so, I waffled aloud for about a half an hour about whether I should drag myself back outdoors. Finally, my husband offered, “Let’s just do it.” He helped me carry the blankets across the yard from the tack room, which is next to our garage. We lit up the barn, waking Silk and Siete. They weren’t pleased. After the deed was done, they each got an extra flake of hay which definitely placated them.
This morning, the first thing I did was check the temperature. It was 12 degrees, and I was so relieved that I had forced myself to go out in the cold and the dark last night to take care of them. Having the horses at home allows me to do something like this.
More important, forcing myself to think about the horses instead of doing what was most comfortable and easiest for me is like exercising a muscle. As I got through my day, there will be things I just don’t feel like doing. I don’t want to revise a proposal that I’m writing. I don’t want to take my mom to the doctor while she protests non-stop that she doesn’t want to go even though we both know it’s what’s best for her. I don’t want to help my daughter study for her science test as she complains that she can’t do it. I don’t want to cook dinner just as I get the momentum to finally re-write the dreaded proposal. At each moment of “I don’t want to”, I will remind myself of how I felt at 5 am this morning.