From being a blonde headed construction worker to becoming a red headed cocktail server, living in West Virginia was undoubtedly one of my most adventurous chapters yet.
I never planned on going there and had no idea what would happen when I did, but I’m glad I took the opportunity I was given. I traded my hard hat and steel toes for a rhinestone collar and matching mini skirt, learned to do grade work with a skid steer as well as soaking up the valuable wisdom of serving alcoholic beverages on a gaming floor.
I was scared, lonely, and temporarily defeated at times, but I always picked myself back up, wiped away my tears, and reapplied my lipstick.
I continued to fight like hell when I had to, but I didn’t give up. Each day I got closer to my mountain top, the view became more beautiful, and I remained humbled with the reminder to slow down, because the magic is in the journey.
Every step was a possibility of endless opportunities and wild adventures.