Grateful.

I’ve spent a lot of post writing about my quarter life crisis, and yet as I sit here in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, I realize I have so many things to be grateful for. So many great things to reflect on and so so many life changing moments I’ve potentially minimized in lieu of focusing on the tough spots.

I am blessed. I have a job that has taught me so much about who I am and what I want out of life. I have a boss who has been extremely supportive of my varying life transitions. To the extent of helping me transition into a temporary role in pursuit of my passion while I figure out my next steps. I work with supportive people. Nope, we don’t agree on everything, nor do we all lead the same way, however- everyone I’ve been surrounded with has taught me a valid life lesson. Every. single. person I have met in my life has shaped my story. my becoming.

Or most recently defined as my unbecoming. All of my experiences have prepared me to let go of the need to know the next step. The next person I’ll meet. The next love of my life. I sit here and find that I am grateful for every heartbreak. Be it a death in my family (Nana, Aunt Alexis, Mama…) break ups (I’ll spare you the list 🙂 ) The heartaches have led to heart Greats. My Nana helped me learn the love of a parent. She raised my father so lovingly that I have THEE single best earthly father I could ask for. Free of imperfections? Absolutely not. My father is the single person in my life that encourages me to live authentically. Because my Nana breathed that spirit of God given truth into him…without losing her and watching my father’s grief, I would never understand unconditional parental love. I wouldn’t quite understand why my parents call me 10 times a day just to make sure I’m okay. Without losing my Nana, I wouldn’t have the same appreciation for seeing certain people’s name show up on my cell phone…you never know when it will be the last time.

For every trip. From Tanzania to Disneyland. I have traveled more than I ever truly acknowledged. For being a girl scout and having a mom–my very best friend–take the time to drag her petrified child out into the woods and teach my survival skills at such an impressionable age. My mom became my trip leader to help me learn the value of sticking things out. Even when it’s hard. When it’s scary. When there are giant daddy long-legs sleeping in the same space as you. My mom has taught me the value of trying something new. Of accepting that being emotional is apart of who I am. I am so grateful for parents who always and continually encourage me to be vulnerable to the pain of life. Only in the pain can you grow, Cierra.

I am so grateful for a big brother who pushes me. Yes he made fun of me as any older sibling should, and at the same time, he’s been the guiding light of this current difficult space in my life. My brother makes me think. He doesn’t function from feelings- he functions from logic. Reality? Everyone needs this person in their lives.

We all need our opposite. If you are a dreamer, I challenge you to find your logic counterpart. Same with logical folks–find that person that makes your heart leap for how uniquely they see the world.  My spouse will be that person. My brother reminds me of everything I need in life (not necessarily want); Trey is my person. He reminds me  that the combination of logic with a mix of dreamer gets you to your destiny.

I am grateful for my life. For the books my sister has suggested to me. For my nephew who’s taught me the value of forgiveness. For my cousins, aunts, and uncles. For music that easily stirs fond memories.

Flying out of Sioux Falls on a charter flight with a group of people that have collectively changed my life for good. I am grateful .

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