Texas Bound & Flying: Moving Forward And Looking Back

Well hello there!

Welcome back to my blog. Before I say anything, I want to tell you guys thank you for reading my thoughts. Whether this is your first time here, or you’ve read every post since the beginning, I’m so thankful to have a place to share my words, passions and life with others who find them interesting. Also, thank you for being friends, even when I took off for awhile – it means more than you all know.

The last few months have been an absolute whirlwind of adventure, risk, fear and joy. I was getting burnt out trying to keep up with the social media world, feeling far from the passion that led me to start this blog in the first place. I felt uninspired with my surroundings, and Marshall felt the same.

What once felt like the perfect place to land was starting to feel small.

One night, we were sitting in our house having a cup of coffee together, talking about what we need to do about this void we felt. We had talked about moving west, but there were drawbacks. Then, out of the blue, Marshall suggested Texas. There were opportunities for both of us there – for building careers, being close to the western lifestyle and building the homestead we’ve dreamed of since we got married. So, with that, we called our realtor and the house was listed a week later.

After that came home improvement projects, help from all our friends and family, and lots of time to immerse ourselves in the place that will always be our home. For awhile, I had the chance to replace worrying about my Instagram following with laughs on a lazy river and watching the sun go down from the top of a round bale. I replaced burn out with happiness that came from cooking with my parents and moving my best friend into a new apartment. And, for the first time in awhile, I felt like myself again.

I’ve always been proud of being raised in the midwest, but it wasn’t until I pulled away and spent time in the place that raised me, distraction free, that I felt I was apart of it again. And even when it the sting of leaving hit, I realized I wasn’t trading in my roots – I was simply growing wings. It was time to leap off the cliff in faith, even with nothing worked out, and we were ready.

So, we jumped. We traded in our cozy first house for a two bedroom apartment and a roommate, then moved 800 miles south with a stock trailer full of furniture and heads full of dreams.

So fast forward to now – I’m sitting in a coffee shop in downtown Fort Worth, a few miles from my apartment. Everything is new, and even a little scary. In many ways, I feel like I’m starting over, but then again, I’m looking back at how far I’ve come.

I remember being a fresh high school graduate, asking every rodeo producer and brand rep I could find how I could break into the industry. They ALL told me the same thing:

It’s extremely competitive.

You don’t have any connections.

There’s no opportunities for someone your age.

Six years later, I’m surrounded by people who own incredible western brands, or write for the publications I read front to back growing up. I’ve sat front row at fashion shows in the western hubs of the country, modeled for brands I only dreamed would ever notice me, and have a close circle of industry friends who dream incredibly big, inspiring me to do the same.

If you would’ve told 18 year old me – the me going door to door in the Stockyards handing out business cards – that I would be working in the western industry, living four miles away in a few years, I would’ve died right there.

So when things feel overwhelming in this new adventure, I’m making a point to go back to that place. To remember the faith I had to pursue a dream, to feel humbled when I look back on everything I’ve had a chance to experience, and to hold close the people who made me who I am today. I may be 800 miles from the place that made me, but I hold it close to my heart with every step.

So shoutout to all my midwestern dreamers – all the underdogs – all the girls wanting to take a risk on a dream. My advice? DO IT. Absolutely GO FOR IT and never look back. No matter your age, the number in your bank account, or your location – You can change anything about your life, whenever you decide to. It’s going to take a lot of belief in yourself, a lot of faith in things yet unseen, and all of your heart – just remember that what you give is what you’ll receive tenfold.

Thanks again for reading guys. I’m so excited to bring you new content that I’m inspired by. I never want to take for granted the fact that I get to talk with people who read what I write, and call them friends.

Stay inspired guys.

 

 

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