Boots and blessings

Who'd a thought getting a steal on some boots would bring my favorite verse right to my feet?
And yea, I know, who really needs another pair of boots?
The right answer is yes y’all, you do.
Today's the 10 year anniversary of my wreck.
Little did I know when I hit the ground and heard that 'pop' ten years ago the short ride I'd snuck in would change the trajectory of my life.
These years have brought so many lessons, so much gratitude.
It's one thing to be handed a diagnosis, and a whole other to figure out what's on the other side of it.
I'd trade my old body for this one in a minute, but I'm so grateful for the lessons I've learned on this journey.
6 yr. old me confidently declared that grown-up me would be a veterinarian, comedian, and tap dancer.
I'm none of those things dang it.

It's rare for any of us to end up where, or how, we thought we would.

I've learned that the lesson before me was to learn what this detour could teach me.
Anything can happen on this spinning planet. Can and does.

2020 brought that lesson home to all of us.
But for me, right now, right here, on this day 10 years later, I'm good.
Sometimes I see a flash of what my titanium parts must look like, and my heart still clenches. The unexpected blessings, the love and support of my family and friends, you!, and my faith have lifted up my spirit and my heart over these years.
I find encouragement in my favorite verse, the one now on the bottom of my boots, that all things work together for the good....not just some things. All things.
That remodeled me can be a better human being because of it.
I'm grateful for the beauty and the blessings and the wonder of second chances.
Mr. Buck Brannaman has said horses and life, it's all the same to me. I love that.
I'm not the first person to ever fall off a horse, and I won't be the last.
If my story helps you stay on, or get back on, that's good enough for me.
It might not be a horse you fall off, but no matter what throws you, I hope you get back on.
xoxo