Nine years ago a wide eyed North Dakota girl arrived in Fruita, CO, ready to start a new life. (Imagine cheers and the clinking of wine glasses) I grew up in the midwest and, besides a short three month stint in Michigan and one year of school in Minnesota, I hadn’t left North or South Dakota. When I lost my job in South Dakota, and after a few months, I called my parents up and asked if they would like a houseguest. Dad came out and moved me to CO and today is my anniversary of arriving in CO.
I’ve never lived anywhere nearly a decade and it’s surprising how quickly it’s gone. I’ve been reflecting a lot this week. I’m no longer a shy, scared, “don’t take chances” person. I’ve started a few businesses, started a gluten free support group, worked in media, sales and insurance, have become active in Lions Club, and have met a ton of great people. People that have stuck by me through good times and bad. I’ve become an outdoors person, even doing 5K races and obstacle course races. I have become very outspoken about Celiac Disease and what it means to me and to others. I almost forget who that other person is.
Through it all I’ve become a stronger person. I know what I stand for and when to be outspoken about it. I know who I can count on and who I can’t. I know that when the rubber meets the road what my strengths are and how to use them and who will be by my side.
And I know I love where I’m at: physically, spiritually, mentally. I’m ready for another year and more adventures.