They raised my brother and I in Cortez, Colorado.
I always thought of it as a small town that was a l o n g way from nowhere…
…that is until NOW.
I’m writing this from Durres, Albania . I’ve been around the world – literally. I’ve had the amazing honor of traveling to sixteen countries. I’ve lived in Kenya and Albania, and you guessed it I’m back in Albania with my husband. A couple days ago Derek looks at me and says, don’t take this the wrong way but, you’re more of a man than I am! I giggled, knowing exactly what he meant.
It takes courage to move overseas.
It takes guts to move out of your comfort zone.
It takes some “cojones” to swim upstream and live the life you want.
I never saw just how much my small town upbringing helped me. I always wanted out. I didn’t want Cortez to be the beginning and the end. It took me a few years (34 1/2) to see that it was a great beginning.
Farm fresh food.
Saying please and thank you.
Keeping elbows off the table.
Going river rafting.
Getting up early.
Playing at the park.
Going to church.
Trusting the neighbors.
Eating meals together.
Getting back on the horse after you get bucked off.
I get to pick the middle and the end, but I’m very thankful for my start. The small town I once despised has become my anchor. I can now see it never could hold me back, but instead is my beloved roots – where I grew great wings that will take me as far as I can dream.
I learned to explore and have fun.
I learned the world is safe and people are good.
I learned that you have to be fearless and keep trying again (and again).
These lessons help me to this day.
I didn’t grow up, I was raised right.
Thank you Dad and Mom!