It’s amazing how things come full-circle. Life takes a turn, and suddenly you find yourself wondering how you got where you’re standing, or how you got away from where you were. It’s amazing to think just days ago I was on the verge of a breakdown. Nonnie was sick, school has been feeling like a dead end lately, and I’ve felt increasingly disconnected with the things I felt most passionate about.
In the last few days, things have pulled a complete 180. Life is good. Nonnie is on the mend, and I feel a renewal of purpose. Granted, I still despise this stage of my life known as “college.” I’m not built for classroom learnin’. HOWEVER, things have a way of working out, and I have a strong faith in my ability to survive. Besides, I’m floating in a little bubble of heaven tonight.
You see, I met my hero tonight. I met the woman who exemplifies self-made success, tempered ambition, and all the quirk and enthusiasm with which I hope to approach life. I met Ree Drummond, better known as “The Pioneer Woman.”
First off, she’s gorgeous. She’s absolutely adorable. She’s genuine. She’s friendly. She’s everything her blog cracks her up to be.
She’s engaging. There were plenty of people there to see her, and Ree managed to take time to appreciate every person that stepped up to that signing table.
I suppose I ought to back up and tell the story of my encounter with the Pioneer Woman. Today, by sheer luck, I stumbled across a web listing that said Ree Drummond would be signing at Anderson’s Bookshop in downtown Naperville. I clicked away, assuming it’d be sometime in the distant future, when I’d be off in California galavanting about ranches and almond farms and Sacramento. A quick double-check told me that…it was…May 2.
Today is May 2.
So, I fought an inner-battle whether or not to skip class to go get my number to meet Ree. Obviously, meeting my hero surpassed attending my 3-D animation class. I went into downtown Naperville. I grabbed a sandwich at Subway. I bought my copy of Black Heels to Tractor Wheels and started the long, agonizing wait. (It was long, yes, but that was because I arrived early. And it really wasn’t that agonizing because I was so captured by Black Heels that time no longer existed.)
Finally, it was my turn.
I walked up to the table. I can’t tell you in specific what was said. I do know I had this ridiculously unflattering oversized grin on my face. I also know that I probably stuck in my foot in my mouth at least once. However, I remember saying the words “farm blogger” and mentioning the AgChat Foundation.
It was magical. It was embarrassing. It was perfect.
I feel like my head is going to explode from overwhelming awesomeness today.
This is a valuable lesson on keeping your head above water. Work hard, and hang tough through the difficult times. Eventually, good happens. Things turn around. And life suddenly becomes bright and shiny again. This time last week, I was exhausted, worn down, and pretty hopeless. Today, I couldn’t be happier. I feel rejuvenated.
Man, I’m getting too old for this up-and-down.
(NOTE: I realized after publishing this post that I didn’t explain why Ree plays such a vital role in the act of “agvocacy.” Look for another blog post later this week explaining what a role model she is for the agricultural community.)