Firsts

And so here I am.
Writing my first words, posting my first thoughts. And I don’t know where to start.

So I’ll begin with me.

I am a mother, a wife, sister, daughter, friend, a model and business owner but first and foremost I am a highly valued child of God.

I love looking out my window and seeing the vastly different blues of the lake, or the way the sun glimmers off a ready-to-be harvested wheat field, and the feeling of waking up to a cloudy, rainy day. I can’t get enough of a really good book or the point in a long-distance run where you forget you’re running altogether. The laughter of a happy baby brightens my day and the efforts of my husband to cheer me up can’t help but undo the frown on my face. I live passionately for the things I believe in and tend to worry over the things I can’t change anyway, but I am continuously learning how to place my trust in God alone and allowing him to direct my path. Because when I look back on my life, my plans were always the ones that got me into trouble, and His were always the ones I could have never dreamed of. I laugh over the most terribly sarcastic and unpolitically correct things, but make no apologies for that. I live for coffee dates with friends, a great work out, an evening filled with laughter and my family, the next job I book, and quiet moments alone. And my most favorite food in the world are peanut m&m’s.

I hate hopelessness; the pressure our society has placed on us to be something unreachable and unattainable. And yet, I love when dreams are fought for, when success is secured but not measured, when the hopeless become hopeful. I love striving and achieving and fighting for what you believe in.

And I love when you can do just that in a great pair of heels and an outfit that is. ON. POINT.

But most of all I just love to be.

To live in the moment; The feeling of being alive. Happiness and Joy.

An abundance of joy.