I was standin' there stirrin' the same pot , in the same kitchen....

I realized I’ve been goin' through my daily routine expectin' some new kind of magic to happen, but you can’t keep plantin' the same seeds and lookin' for a different harvest. It was time to quit waitin' for the wind to blow and just start the engine myself. I grabbed my keys, threw a tattered road map and my favorite tie-dye T-shirt and my favorite old jeans into the back of the Jeep, and headed out just as the sky turned that beautiful Texas blue evening shade.
There’s a whole lot of road between here and wherever I’m meant to be, but I know I’ll find a porch where the light is left on for me. Finding your true tribe isn't hard when you're lookin' with an open heart, this is Texas, after all, and hospitality is practically in the soil. Love yourself enough to walk away from what doesn't feel right anymore, honey. You’ll be so glad you did. Hook ’em.