PRACTICE MAKES PROGRESS. 40 yards is consistently my best shot. What's yours?
It's opening weekend of archery season and I'm out patrolling the ranch and getting some practice in. Unfortunately, we get several poachers during the first weekend. It really infuriates me that people fling arrows onto private property (but that's a different story...). I'm looking forward to switching gears and spending more time in the forest.
Video by my 7 yr. old.
My success looks a lot different from yours or anyone else’s. But it is mine. My story, my journey, my life with hardships, laughter, good memories and the bad and lots of trial and error.
Through the blood, sweat and lots of tears over the 8 years of my adulthood, and countless before, I am successful because I have never once given up. Not only have I never given up, but I refuse to take no for an answer and I never once have thought to believe that anyone could have an opinion of what my dreams should look like, and what goals I should accomplish.
My dreams have changed over the years, through the waves of life, the eb and flow, situations that I’ve experienced and so on. My dreams today aren’t the same as what they used to be, but that’s all part of life. You grow through what you go through.
Things change. People change.
The one thing that I’ve really watched blossom over all these years is the love for myself that has always been a battle, and that I am worthy enough to have and accomplish anything I set my mind to. The struggles and the roadblocks, that is your journey for you to learn to overcome these hard trials so that you can grow into the person God made you to be.
Life isn’t happening to you, it’s happening for you and nobody gets to tell you how big your dreams can be... remember that. ✨
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Scoping out a potential hawk trapping site late yesterday with my husband, we came across some cool finds in the woods. There was an impressively sized pile of bear scat chock full of raspberry seeds. We walked over two spots where a moose had recently bedded down. As we were headed back out of the woods road, a little yearling bear heard us coming, peeked around the corner to see what the noise was, then darted into the safety of dark woods. I felt like an intruder, and I’m grateful these magnificent animals share their space with us.