American Girl

I’m a thoroughbred American girl. I grew up on both sides of the coin.

I lived in a small town/city where there was always something to do, but not so small that everyone knew your name. I had freedom in that aspect to meet someone new as often or as little as I wanted. I saw first hand how public education, higher education, and capitalism could send people in different directions.

I also had grandparents who loved in a rural area not far from me where they grew a garden every year and had horses, barn cats, and dogs. I know what it’s like to dig your hands in the dirt and give a seed your undivided attention. I used to shovel the stalls, roll in the hay, and marvel at the instant gratification a tractor could provide.

Regardless of location and circumstance, I have seen success and defeat throughout my life in many different ways. It has helped mold me into the person I am today. A person who knows no matter where you are in this country, you can choose your path. It only takes a choice.

What’s your story?

I’m sure we’ve all heard this before. Someone random or even an acquaintance asking what makes you, you. It may be any variation or form of the aforementioned question, but it holds the weight of your lifetime in it’s punctuation. 
If someone were to ask you this question today, what would the answer look like? What would the events of your past, accumulating to the present, show? 

Would they show a hard worker, striving for success? Maybe even showing some milestone(s) of achievement? 

Would it show a family oriented series of memories, leading up to the creation of your own unit? Would you be surrounded by people who you love and are loved by in return?

What’s your story?

What does it look like?

The best part of this story, the one you are currently starting in, is it isn’t finished yet.