I’m not sure if you’ve already heard, but the twins just got into Baylor. You can see the exact moment it happened here.
(total aside: if watching at home you might want to turn down the volume.)
And just like any new chapter, getting into college brings with it all the questions like these:
Where are you going to live?
Are you going to live together?
How are you decorating your dorm room?
Are you taking a car to college?
What are you majoring in?
And the most important question of all.
What do you want to do when you grow up?
All those questions are A LOT—I mean–just between us–I still haven’t figured some of them out. And for two girls about to take the next steps into an uncharted world, the thought of what the future holds can be a little overwhelming.
Yesterday they found an answer in the most unlikely of places.
For those of you who have daughters, you will completely understand me when I say this.
They watch everything you do.
Every. Single. Thing.
You quickly learn that what you say has a slight impact, but what you do?
It’s has a hard, everlasting imprint on their lives.
And that responsibility?
It’s exciting and exhilarating and exhausting and terrifying all at the same time.
I never really intended this entire blogging thing to become a job.
When I wrote the words of that very first post I never knew that I’d write books or have product lines or work with companies or have employees or have a group of other bloggers that I mentor on an everyday basis.
I was just a girl.
A girl who liked to write random things and wear red lipstick and the occasional banana clip and stirrup pants.
But somewhere along the way, those words grew.
And grew and grew.
Until today the blog and its social channels have over a million followers.
It’s been SUCH an incredible journey with lots of hard work and trying hard and showing up every day.
And those daughters of mine?
They watched me navigate it every step of the way.
They listened to me hold business meetings sitting outside at the baseball field.
They sat in the background while I negotiated with brands in the car on the way to cheer practice.
They heard me address challenges and complaints and missteps.
They saw me when I climbed a mountain and they followed along when I walked through a valley.
It’s been an eight-year journey since I started blogging.
And those daughters of mine?
They’ve watched me every step of the way.
After we finished this upstairs studio last week, I’ve spent more hours than I can count in this chair.
Not only working at my job, but listening to all the future college plans.
We’ve had discussion after discussion around this table. What do they want to do? What should they major in? What kind of job will they have?
And on and on and college discussion on.
I keep trying to explain to them that Rome wasn’t built in a day and that 90% of college students enter their freshman year having no idea what they want to do in life.
And that one day they’ll know.
One day they will get it.
But their eyes were still worried and their expressions were still overwhelmed and a general air of uncertainty hung in the air.
Until the other night when I walked up to the top of the stairs and noticed that the door to the studio was closed. Slowly, I approached the entrance and opened up the door.
And saw this.
Westleigh tucked into my chair with her books and her papers and her lists.
And then? She told me she’s finally figured it out. She wants to major in Communications and own her own business.
We chatted for a moment and I closed the door again and left the room and sat on the bench in the hallway and my eyes welled up with tears.
All those years of working.
All those years of trying and striving and figuring it out and making a difference and building a business.
Just when you worried you weren’t good enough.
Just when you worried you weren’t enough.
Just when you worried that people only saw your mistakes and that no one was really paying attention.
In an upstairs room at the top of the stairs filled with hopes and dreams you find out that…
….they were watching all along. 🙂
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