From Texan to Plain Vanilla and Hopefully Back Again

I'm not sure when it happened. It must have been so gradual that I didn't even realize it. Why didn't somebody tell me? 


I lost my Texan-ness. I became part of the plain vanilla of Every Person. Probably because I'm always trying to fit in somewhere and win approval from somebody. 


It's nice to fit in and be approved of. But it can be boring to feel plain vanilla. And I don't want to hear snarky comments about my judgement about vanilla people and their excitement-challenged lives (Bless Their Hearts). 


I woke up one day to realize that my closet didn't have a single pair of cowgirl boots in it, and my jeans all have fancy designer labels. Not a pair of Wranglers in sight. Who have I become, this person? 


Back to the roots of it all. Fourth generation Texan, growing up in North Texas between Dallas and Fort Worth. Back then, there WAS a between Dallas and Fort Worth. Nowadays, it's all a blurry mess of houses and McMansions. But I'm telling y'all, back in the day BETWEEN Dallas and Fort Worth was farms, ranches and lots of horse country of which I was a big part. 


Then: Rodeo Sweetheart. Bull Rider. Texas Aggie. (I am a complex gal.) 


Now: chiropractor, interior decorator, hard worker and sometime lazy bum, overeducated and under-fun-exposured.


Let's all take a moment of silence for the Loss of my Texanhood. And everybody give me an Aggie Whoop of support to find her again. The longest journey must start with a big ol' step in the right direction.