Can You Wear a Cowgirl Hat to a Taylor Swift concert?


Please help me settle this debate I have going on with my friend. Can you wear a Cowgirl Hat to a Taylor Swift concert? Because she’s yunno all pop now apparently, but she could still play songs from her country days? Maybe? Or I mean it is like paying tribute to her ol’ country days. Any reason to wear a country girl hat… WHY NOT. But she thinks we will look ridiculous (which I am okay with and may just still wear the hat anyway. I ride horses afterall!)

Also, wha-la! This is post number three of the week ladies and gentleman. GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE. I did it. They are random and completely off topic, but that is fine by me. Maybe other people out there would also love to have this Taylor Swift concert question answered. Maybe I am doing the world a favor for all the people who were just too afraid to ask. Honestly there is problem an answer somewhere on the internet but I don’t feel like googling it right now).

So I have been doing pretty good on my other goals. I think. Blogged 3 times and I have been running! I am averaging 6 miles a week but that is something! Progress from the negative miles to the couch I have been doing for a bit. Technically, just getting up off my butt was a huge success. If you have accomplished just the smallest of small goals this weekend, pat yourself on the back. YOU ROCK. Look at you go! Just the slightest change in the right direction, whether that means just eating 3 cookies instead of 5 for dinner for dessert, you are kicking ass.


I even got out into the world and have been trying to become more social. Tomorrow, the hubs and I are trying out a meditation place. It is an introductory class to help clear the mind and center your emotions. Yes, please! I could use some clarity in the chaos that is the world. I am stumbling right now through some rough patches, but I know there is a smooth road ahead. You do notice my name is Journey to Awesomehood (well not my name, per say, but the blog’s). It was initially just supposed to be a weight loss blog to keep me focused, but this journey has become much more than that. It is now a voyage towards greatness by improving not only my health, body but also my mind. I feel like there is a better version of myself hidden beneath some emotional layers that need sorted out.

Also, you guys may not know this… but one of my life long dream has come TRUE. I got my corgi. I have been wanting one since I was a kid. I absolutely love the breed ever since I saw Cowboy Bebop. I knew one day they would be MINE.  Yes, they. Like all of them. That part of the dream hasn’t come true but I do have ONE. So that is a pretty good start. World, Meet Delphy! Delphy meet World!


Tune in next week for more goals. More randomness. And more interestingness as I try to break down boundaries and explore my soul (and the world!)

A Call to the Creative Gods…


I miss dreaming.

Not like the every night close your eyes and drift off to random dream-land dreams. You know the ones you have when you really have to go to the bathroom but there are no doors on ANY of the bathroom stalls and for some reason, everyone is just hanging out in the bathroom. Why dreams? Why must you stress me out so? But I digress.

ImageI miss dreaming. I miss looking outside and thinking “I could do anything today,” and proceed to dream about going on an epic road trip, becoming best friends with the rich and famous, saving a young child in a middle-of-nowhere town in Montana and becoming a hero. One day I could be a pony, and the next I could be a famous Pokemon trainer. The possibilities were all there because I was not afraid to dream them. As I got older and the world became less magical but more responsible, I felt myself dreaming less and just doing what I needed to do to get by. Pay bills, get good grades, eat right, exercise… Daily conversations circled more around complaints and the bad things that encompass the world and less about dreaming, change, and wonder. Everything has just become so much real and fantasy/dreams have become very much fantasy and dreams. The pencil-thin line separating those two realms of my childhood have now turned into a grand canyon of a gap, and there is no bridge between the two. 

My dad was a dreamer, and he chased every single one of them… And he failed achieving them. But at least he failed trying to achieve them. Yet that fear of failing, of falling flat on my face and struggling to get back up, scares the crap out of me. It scares me so much that I am afraid of dreaming. I am afraid of latching onto an idea and just taking a leap of faith. I play it safe. I stay in when people invite me out because I am being realistic all the time instead of just enjoying the moment. I do not dream of all the foreign places I could go to because of the price tag that comes with such trips; I seriously start feeling a little stressed out thinking of spending that money even though it is all dream money. It is just a dream, and I won’t dream it because of the possibility of it actually coming true is slim to none. Why? Why do I feel guilty just for dreaming? For aspiring for greatness? 

I have no idea. Maybe because I think it is a slap to the face for what I already have? In many ways, I do have a dream life. I am married to the love of my life who makes me smile every day, I am pursuing a career that will help others in achieving their weight loss goals, I own a horse that is my partner and friend… I live a pretty comfortable life and in no way, do I feel like this life is not enough for me… because it totally is. But dreaming should not mean I am cheating on what I do have but instead is a form of creative hoping for the infinite possibilities. Like what would happen if a space ship came crashing down in our apartment right now? What would happen? Would my husband and I have to go on the adventure of a lifetime searching for a mystical part for their ship from a previous ship that had crashed on Earth millions of years ago and is somewhere buried in the sands of Egypt? 


The thing about dreaming is that it leaves this feeling of magic around me. Like this world is a magical place with so much wonder (which it totally is!) and I am the star of my own little show. I can stand out because I am a star and there is no limit to how much I can shine. I just need to stop being afraid of dreaming, of trying, of striving. 

It is the Holiday season. This is when Magic happens.