The Wild Montana By Drea B In my life I was being a dutiful career minded employee and civic volunteer. I was pretty caught up in the “should do” fast lane of proving, pleasing and performing in many aspects of it to meet real or perceived expectations from others. In that pursuit, I stopped hearing my own voice. Now after nearly thirty years in non-profit business management, consulting, and human resources, I am on the other side of a mid-life reinvention that was the result of remembering the woman I had lost somewhere along my life’s path. It began happening shortly after I unexpectedly brought horses back in to my life after a long absence without them. Only then did I realize how much I had lost and how much I had missed them. Horses had not entered my mind until my sister forwarded me a link about some horses, one named Montana, waiting for a new life at a local shelter. What a powerful metaphor for what was about to happen to me. And it all happened so fast. One of those life experiences where following and trusting the new course of my life river, even though it was scary, seemed out of the blue crazy, with more questions than answers was, surprisingly, easier than stepping back into the “good girl should do” life I had been living. I am so grateful that I had the courage in those moments to walk through those doors. Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for the horses that came back into my life and helped prepare me for my future, remarkable one.