Sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, it all becomes clear. Sometimes, out here, you find yourself. You find your center. You pause, reflect and regroup.
We all need our middle of nowhere. The place that reminds us of who we are, where we come from, what we are about, and what truly matters. This. Is my middle of nowhere. A dirt road at my mama’s house. No matter how hard things get, how lost I feel, how heartbroken I am…this place brings me back. No matter how old I get, or where all I live…this place is my home.
I didn’t grow up here. I have never lived under this roof, yet this is the place I feel most home. Partly, because my mama is here and partly because there is something about this wide expanse of openness that humbles me. This place, and the people that inhabit this place, remind me that a little girl from Post, Texas can always have both roots and wings. That she can fly as far as she wants, but always have a place to return to. I cannot express the love and gratitude I have for my family, they are my entire heart. Seeing them is like watching my heart walk around outside of my body.
Today, may I encourage you to visit your middle of nowhere? Remind yourself of who you are and where you come from. If you don’t have one, go find one. If its too far for your true middle of nowhere, find a decent alternative. Mine is always a dirt road. And while my mama’s is my favorite I try to find my middle of nowhere wherever I go. Much love and fresh air sweet friends. May you find your peace today.
