One year ago today, I was in Bozeman visiting a good friend that I had met 6 months prior while traveling in an RV with my good friend, Natalie. One year and two months ago, I was in a Starbucks inside a grocery store somewhere in Georgia (on the road with Girls Gone Moto), buying my plane ticket. Full of excitement and anticipation, I remember the moment like it was yesterday. It was a big moment for me. A bit of a leap of faith. A lot of curiosity, and finally, a “why not?!” attitude.
The past two years of my life have been chock full of “why not” moments; Why not move to Costa Rica and run my business from the beach? Why not fall in love with a cowboy? Why not leave it all behind and get in an RV? Why not create a TV show of RV traveling and volunteering?
Why not continue to fall in love with amazing men? Why not try it out, see how it goes, take a trip, try something new, experiment, go by myself, take a new class, start a new project, end that same project? Why not go to the conferences? Why not travel alone? And finally…why not move to Bozeman?
Only one short year later and I’m exactly where I was one year ago, physically. But figuratively and emotionally and life wise, every single thing is different. I feel different. I have different goals. My understanding of life and myself is different. I have different friends. And a completely different lifestyle. I cannot believe how much can happen in a year, and I’m just so grateful for all of it. For every single moment that has led me here today. For every decision, for every leap of faith, for every click of the “buy now” plane ticket or adventure. For every person that has come up along the way to somehow guide me in some direction.
Happy Friday. Where were you one year ago today?