I was kidding about the snob part....
And I am only seventeen, working on straight A's, doing piano, doing actual hobbies such as painting, sketching, writing, composing, and what not. I have senior project this year and my project filly and my gelding are both underweight so I have to be at the barn every night to feed/ride/work with the filly, and I am now riding someone else's horse for her because she is wanting him to get in better shape before she sells him, and she is paying me. I have a lot going on and can only handle so many categories, if that makes sense. Adding something not related to anything else I am currently doing, subject-wise, is just an additional stress, and while realistically it is worth it because of the pay, emotionally it is not. Not to mention college applications.
But yeah. Horses are not a hobby to me, they never have been. They are a huge part of my life. I have basically spent about 40 hours at the barn this past week.
"Your first thoughts silhouette be of getting the money together yourself, not trying to scrounge up a job because your parents don't have the funds for your hobby"
I need a job either way, horses or no horses. My parents make good money, but my mom's salary is the most important and people don't pay her when they should. So right now we are really tight. They were generous enough to pay for my horse, board, farrier, vet, showing (cheap little local shows except for one so far), etc. I payed for my saddle with some money I had earned from selling a painting, which I really should start doing again. I digress. Isn't getting a job the same as getting the money together myself?
I have a car and license. I can start paying for gas once I have the money (not provided by my parents).
I feel a bittersweet mix of guilt and gratefulness towards my parents. They don't expect me to pay them back, but as soon as I can afford it, I will.
However, that isn't the point of this post.
I just need money. I want to start my future finances now, so that I can afford nicer things later, like a roof over my head and clothing. Because once I am out of high school, I want to be as light of a financial burden on my parents as possible. Also, I do need things ASAP. Like two new pairs of boots. Mice chewed through my show pair, and my chore pair (which I found lying around in the garage, so I got them for free :) ) are falling apart and don't keep my feet dry anymore. I really need a better halter for the filly. The one I use is borrowed from my trainer. I need to see about getting a better fitting saddle (for me, mine is a bit too small), but that is more of a want right now and can wait. I need to start saving for retirement (yes, I am already thinking about that).
But most importantly, I need to start saving for my college education and a truck. My feet can be pruny for a few more months if they have to be.
I feel like my post might come across as tense. I have a lot on my mind. Money is stressing me out. I don't even have any yet. I took Accounting, Marketing, and Personal Finance in the past three semesters. Hated all of them. I hate money. I hate that I need it. I really don't want to sound rude in this post. I don't know why I am so worried about that. I guess this is a rant now. I am going insane. Senior year is insane. Did I mention all of my classes are AP?
Ugh. Now I feel like I am just complaining about it. I know that some of you here have it MUCH harder than I do. I have it easy compared to most of you, I think. Don't get me wrong. I am very blessed. I know I am blessed. My family is amazing, I love my school, I have a loving boyfriend, I have the best horse I could ask for, my barn is close, I have a comfy bed. I have so much more than so many others out there. I have a bright future. I am so grateful for what my parents have given me. I seriously might cry. Maybe not. I don't know for sure at this point. Anyway. I am not complaining, or at least I am not intentionally complaining. I love my life. My current life. It is my future life I am worried about. I want to be able to have the money I need to do at least some of the things I need (and want) to. I am blessed enough to not be dirt poor, or even slightly poor. But my family isn't exactly rolling in piles of green bills. I am grateful, but I want more. Does that make me selfish or ambitious? Honestly, I don't know the answer to that right now.
Oh well. I have to start from somewhere, right?
Burgers it is. Or pets. Or paintings. Or painted pet burgers.