“It's a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey, I'm doing alright…
I'm feeling pretty good and that's the truth
It's neither drink nor drug induced, no,
I'm just doing alright
And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shining
When I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good”
Travis Tritt really knew what he was talking about huh? Time is one of the most interesting parts of life. It can be both the greatest gift and the most painful passenger on your shoulder. Many times we overlook time or how long it’s been since we last looked at how great each day is just to be present and alive. I’ve thought about time a lot lately. My life has been a whirlwind since I moved to Texas and with each year that passes I see more and more milestones that I’m running through in my life. This week is especially interesting to me. It is February 8th. That means it’s only a month away from my 26th birthday. How scary this last year has flown by and even scarier to think how the next chapter of my life might go by just as quickly. I am officially closer to 30 than I am to being 20. It’s a moment of a lot of personal reflection.
I feel old. I know, I know, I’m not hitting the big 5-0 or anything but I feel old in the sense of time and all that has happened and developed in my life since I turned 20. Since I turned 20 that’s 9 different places I’ve called home, 7 different towns, and out of two different states. In almost six years that’s about 8 different jobs with a few of them overlapping. I’ve been graduated from Oak Ridge for almost 8 years now? Can that really be right? That’s many years of learning who my dearest friends are and a few failed relationships. That is a lot of thankful years to those that lead me to my relationship today. In fact, this last weekend marks the third “anniversary” of mine and Danny’s first date. Although our relationship has not always been easy sailing we still enjoy marking the date each year to recognize one another. Small side note: Our first date was on Lavaca Street in Austin sharing fish tacos and drinking a few cold ones together. He made me laugh A LOT and very awkwardly kissed me at the end of the date, something I still tease him about. In three years we have broken up, been together, and loved each other. That’s a lot of time. Together we have built a farm in two years with 17 ANIMALS, made a home in the last year with Madi, and plan a future for what I hope will be many more wonderful years.
I’m rounding the corner to 4 years of Texas living. HOLY COW... or is it Donkey now? I’m not sure. In 4 years I’ve learned to run a home, to work for what I want in life, and balance work with play. No I have not always been successful but the best way to learn is by experience right? When I first moved to Texas I didn’t even want to get out of bed, THAT IS A FACT. I was sad, depressed, and missing my “home” dearly. It probably didn’t help that I moved here in the middle of the very hot, humid, summer heat and rain, right? WHY does it rain in July here? Now I’m here, my home is here all along with my heart. Do I get sad when I think of home? All of the time, more then I let on at that. I would love to be able to have lunch and coffee with old friends on a regular basis. I would love more than anything to be able to go wine tasting and share all of the gossip and excitement of my life in person all the time with the girls I grew up with. But the fact of the matter is that after 3.5 years I would miss this hot, humid, allergy ridden state way, Way too much. I would miss my home and waking up to the sound of our farm babies rustling around for breakfast and Madi creaking open our bedroom door. I would miss fishing, Texas Sunsets, and summer lasting until November. Shoot I would probably even miss all of these mosquitoes!
I’m hitting my own milestones here with my Little Family. In the last year we’ve really learned to be a family. It has not come without challenges either. I might not be done growing as a person yet, but making sure dinner is on the table and schedules were met for all three of us as changed a lot of that. Shoot, I thought I was done attending cheer functions for at least another ten or so years! I just ended my own cheer adventures about 8 years ago, but our lives always have a way of coming full circle. I do have a lot of families, including my own Parents, Aunts, and Uncles, to help with this transition. Since I was younger I’ve always been trusted to care for little ones babysitting. So to those parents a very large THANK YOU for helping me in this department as a caregiver.
In the last several years I’ve learned to think forward and forgive the things I can’t change from my past. I am so far from perfect but I’m trying my hardest. There are so many things that I wish I would have told myself not to stress about since I was 20, even a few just six months ago or last week. I think about where I was at in my life until now and thank Heavenly Father above that my life is filled with so much happiness and so many, MANY blessings. I try to live each day as happy as possible. Obviously like everyone else some days are much easier to love than others. I like to think of myself as an always evolving and moving forward kind of individual. I’m still me though; I have just found a better version of myself and hope to continue loving my life regardless of when I turn 26, 30, 50… Dead. JUST KIDDING, but seriously. So I’ll toast to embracing this new year of growing up and cheers to loving each new step of my life. So incase you don’t know what I’m talking about after this post go listen to, “It’s A Great Day To Be Alive” by Travis Tritt- that’s the kind of vibe I’m feeling RIGHT now during my last month as a 25 year old.