

It’s humbling to run a race. Truthfully, it’s easy to stand at the start line and scan the crowd, eyeing the competition, forming hypotheses on who might place and who may not even finish. The thing about racing is that often times the most defined muscled bodies aren’t the ones crossing the finish line with record times. People of all ages and body types can finish so differently. Racing proves that cardiovascular health, stamina, and grit are not always grossly recognizable via aesthetics.
The same goes for us and who we are, what we can and can’t do, or will or won’t do. It’s also impossible to know who has struggled to get where they are, who has persevered through adversity, or just pushed towards greatness even when the world was making it hard to stand.
I can’t look at people and tell who has served our country either. It isn’t always obvious which people have sacrificed time, mental health, and their own wellbeing so that we can live free, find abundant opportunities, and relax in the comfort of knowing we have a safe place to live. It feels like veterans deserve a little recognition today since they are a big part of how we made it here, but I know they get their own day too. 🇺🇸 🥰
This Independence Day I am reflecting on the privileges that I DO have, the freedoms that empower me, and the hope that accompanies opportunity to live a life that suits this American girl.
❤️🤍💙 Let’s Celebrate 💙🤍❤️