Gifted Balls, and a Date to Hold.

tigersbhimA few weeks ago, a woman called me for horse boarding information. She was looking for a place for a couple of minis. I explained that I only boarded horses who were in training with me. We talked about the challenge of minis–there is no sliding scale of care. They may be small but they need everything an imported warmblood needs, so quoting a price was tough. The caller knew minis; she had a equine-assisted therapy program and worked with disabled kids. She couldn’t take the minis in because they hadn’t been handled and were out of control, truth be told. It wouldn’t be safe to have them at her barn.

They weren’t her minis; they belonged to a woman she was trying to help and she knew they really needed training, not that the owner was willing to pay for either training or board, even though she had the money. That was the real problem.

It was a mess, but it wasn’t the caller’s mess. On a whim, I asked her if she considered saying no–that maybe this person was taking advantage of her kindness. The caller immediately agreed, saying the woman was always manipulative and against her better judgement, she couldn’t say no. She’d been feeling mad at herself but still calling around for hours. Then she apologized again.

Women. We are amazing creatures. We do the work of twenty non-profits before lunch.

I told her she didn’t need to apologize and congratulated her on her own important work; it wasn’t her job to be responsible for the irresponsible mini owner. She agreed that the owner was plenty capable of making calls. About that time the tone of the conversation changed to the extreme. She got cheerful. Being off the hook made her giggly. Then she blurted out something that the previous conversation didn’t prepare me for.

“Thank you,” she said. “For giving me the balls to say no.”

I laughed hard enough to spit. Her candor surprised me: talking about balls isn’t profanity, but it did take some to mention them. As for me, it was a skill I didn’t know I had. The tension broken, we laughed together like old friends but after she hung up, the thought remained… Why even use this weird word choice for confidence? Does male energy say no easier? I know they usually apologize less.

Then I daydreamed about my new superpower. To whom would I bestow balls? Would it be a ceremony with candles and dark robes and harp music? But that mental image got mixed up with a few too many colt castrations. You see the dilemma? An over-active time-traveling memory.

NEWS: Finally. Real. Progress. My book designer, Jane Dixon-Smith sent me files for the cover and interior design. Then I screwed up my courage and with the use of borrowed balls, I uploaded the book interior and cover to Ingram, largest book publisher on the planet. There were pages of money details, book descriptions, and general fussiness but when it came time for the monumental upload, it was anti-climactic. It took about a minute longer than putting a photo on Facebook. Hardly something to get clammy balls about, especially thirty-one months into the project.


Details will follow but there is still so much to do. I need to get author pages up at Amazon and Goodreads. I’m studying up on marketing, trying to pick the right keywords for Google, and I still have lists of to-do lists. This is a huge investment and I want to get it right.

But then sometimes the fourth wall breaks. It’s a theater term for that time in a movie or play when the lead character looks straight at you, breaking that suspension of disbelief we all wear to the movies, and directly addresses the audience. When it happens to me, and I want to self-consciously say, “Can you believe I’m actually doing this? How strange am I being? Because I’m working without a net here…”

But then I remember–one more time– that I have balls. You all gave them to me in these last months. If I sound remotely brave, it’s your balls talking.

Thank you, they’re serving me well, and if I can ever return the favor, just ask.

Stable_Relation_3D_Cover[1]Stable Relation release date is July 15th.

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0 thoughts on “Gifted Balls, and a Date to Hold.”

  1. Woot & Hoot! I need a copy for me… One for my trainer… One for my sister…. Seriously – I will shill on social media for you as soon as you have an Amazon page to link to. 🙂

    • Hee! My research says that you are offering to be an “influencer”, but I like shill better! Thanks, and I’ll take you up on that!

  2. 1: WHAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! (This is where we picture Jane hitting refresh at 12:01 am (on July 15) for the 6,895,237 time.)
    2. “to whom would I bestow balls….?” Can’t. Stop. Laughing. Your super power makes me want to get in line and yell “pick me, pick me!” No particular aversion to them, yet never thought about having? Which ones would I want? Brass? Too cliche. Plus, not into polishing. Need something girly. And detachable. So I can throw when necessary. Possibly platinum: diamond and sapphire studded. What comes in pink?
    3. “The work of twenty non-profits before lunch.” My new mantra: “I am not a non-profit….I am I not a non-profit….” I can giggle while saying no.

  3. Oh Bestower of Balls, I’d like the pink platinum diamond and sapphire studded detachable style please (detachable is a must: having boobs flopping around is bad enough), and in turn for granting this wish I vow to shamelessly promote you and your book from this moment forward.

  4. Hooray! I will put BIG stars on my calendar for 15 July, so I can be in this long line of people buying your book! I loved the blog, and yes you do have that super power… After reading Jane’s Post, I’m thinking I need “super balls”… they are tough and bounce back again and again!

  5. YES! As someone who is starting her own non-profit, much of this obviously resonates! But I will now be catching myself from trying to do the work of 20 non-profits before lunch, and with balls when needed! Thank you for the imagery! And Super-Congratulations on your book!

    • Thanks, and it is crazy-hard–any non-profit work. Good luck, and you know, sometimes just let it rip, loud and clear: “NO”.

  6. I so can’t wait! For me your balls are inspirational, uplifting, and motivating! They bounce high, leap tall buildings and are life saving. So whatever material said balls come in, all I can say is I’m buying! And I’ll spread the word. I know plenty of women that will be lined up July 15th!!

  7. If Kate Mulgrew can write a memoir and call it Born With Teeth then I can certainly write mine and call it Born With Balls. I acquired my pair somewhere around the age of four. The story goes that when pressed by an older, but far more bossy sister to catch her a “bigger” grasshopper, I thought about it for a moment, then unceremoniously responded with, “Catch your own damn grasshopper!” Let it be noted that having balls isn’t always an advantage; when the going gets tough you’re either damned if you do, or damned if you don’t. The big difference is that you just don’t give a rip!
    Can’t wait ’til next month!

    • You are so right. Either way, you get what you choose. Or you take what you get. Or the write the damn book. 🙂

  8. Nothing wrong with possessing a set of balls – though I do like the idea of detach-ability, as I believe they are prone to getting in the way of common sense sometimes. We could probably fill another whole book with musings on anatomy + gender + confidence + power dynamics.
    Congratulations Anna. Your blog is the standard I hold all blogging up to. The writing is skillful and subtle. The content thought provoking and heart-filling. Every visit is deeply fulfilling. Can’t wait to read the book – I’ll be in the virtual line on the 15th!

    • Thank you. These words mean a lot, blogging is a strange thing, especially if you don’t accept advertizing. I work hard at it, and that’s exactly my goal–to be THAT blog.Thanks so much.


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