cowgirl motivation

Dear Cowgirl, This is a reminder that all women have love handles. We all have a secret pair of jeans in the back of the closet that we keep “just for when” we loose that extra weight.   All women have bad breath in the morning, messy hair and left over mascara on their cheeks...

Dear Cowgirl, Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that you were the girl you always wanted to be? Maybe right in this moment there are things you would like to change. Maybe your weight, maybe your love life, maybe your education, maybe your family or relationships are not exactly what you would...

Dear cowgirl, Just because you don’t know what the other people know doesn’t mean you don’t belong there. You belong, whether you’re a beginner. A seasoned vet or a intermediate-semi-comfortable semi-freaked out participator.     Just because some folks talk louder, push harder or try to take over doesn’t mean that you aren’t capable. Just...

Dear cowgirl, You are made of sagebrush and fire. Big country and blue sky. You live for the long trot and long days. Coming home and pulling off sun hardened underslungs and white dust filled Levi’s. Washing the grit from long hair while thinking. Of that damn black cow. You let get by you and...

Dear Cowgirl, Ignore the nonsense. Snuggle more. Get rid of your TV, or buy the complete collection of Tom Selleck movies. Work hard and play even harder. Let your loved ones help you when they offer. Stop saying yes so much. Cook for yourself. Read something challenging. Hike up a mountain. Dance to an 80s...

Dear Cowgirl, I see you. I feel you. You are the girl that just doesn’t “fit” anywhere. You’re in between sizes, in between successes, in between elation and giving up. In your mind, you’re not a failure but not yet victorious. You’re unable to relate to anyone completely, and your story doesn’t align with enough...

Dear Cowgirl, Do you ever stop and think, “Wow, I’ve made it this far!” Some days, you wake up and slide on cold denim and worn boots, feeling defeated and waiting for something better. Some days, the prospect of the sun rising feels like too much to handle… But on those hard days, those ones...

Dear cowgirl, Strikes me that we could learn a lot from a log cabin. I don’t mean one of those fancy new ones with the plastic logs – I mean the solid, stood-the-test-of-time homesteads. The ones carved out of harsh country and hard work.  What if we approached our lives like a homestead? Like these old cabins...