It’s the Wyoming state of mind.

Racing Trains

Racing Trains

Fifteen minutes, that’s when she’s due at my next photo shoot. And somewhere between the sign that read “Pavement Ends” and the lyrics from Miranda Lambert’s first album throwing lyrics gorgeously through my gold SUV’s factory speakers, that’s where she remembered to breathe for the first time in weeks.

In all the busyness of her hectic lifestyle, she forgets how to to slow down. The opportunity to come home, to drive windows down at 65, Wyoming wind throwing her hair back at County Road 215 and Railroad Road, that’s where she finds herself drawn to her deep roots of this incredible state. State of Wyoming; state of mind.

Ready for a slow down

Ready for a slow down

Somewhere, amidst the gravel crunching under her tires she realized she slowed down while driving faster. Breathing deep, finding the answers in the gusts of the plains. Puppy dog tails chasing her dust, amidst overgrown fields and cows shaking their ears at her passing annoyance, a pasture holding her retired gelding, tumbleweeds chasing lonely hills. That’s where reality came to a screeching halt and gave her a sense of peace of been longing so deeply for. At the yield sign of intersection 215 & 148, she pulled off to cry, listening to the quiet urge of “pull over and write”, answering the beckoning to leap at the opportunity to just be.

Clear skies, clearly Wyoming.

Clear skies, clearly Wyoming.

Be me; find that inner peace that comes only on dirt roads, mangled fence lines and billowy winds. Find the me that no matter how busy we get, how cemented I am in my new, exciting directions, remembering that her roots are firmly grounded in this place.

You leave home & change; you grow. But the memories of the places that healed you before, strong enough to heal that same exhausted spirit again.

Renewed, rejuvenated and absolutely blessed, she drives on. Flipping off sign 154 for good measure, southbound to her new home and newfound roots and nowhere to grow but up and fabulous; it’s the state of Wyoming state of mind. ❤

Upward,
Nomz

Ouuuuuuuch, my arm, my arm is being twisted.

It’s been aaaaages since I’ve blogged, right?! I miss you guys a lot, just so you know. It hasn’t been lack of inspiration, or lack of things to write about, or even a lack of wanting to tell you things! It’s a bloody lack of time and a horrible excuse at that! ❤
Likely, that's why my best friend (ouuuuuuuuuch, it even pangs me to say it twisted my arm into splashing back into the blogosphere with a random blog. Random musings about life to get me back to rolling on my writing.

My window is open, I’m savoring some incredibly fresh fruit, I may or may not be halfway barefoot under my desk (sorry Christie!, but I mean, I’m not walking around or prancing with files in the bare toes!), and quite enjoying this hint of Spring we’re having today. All 53 degrees of it have my insides like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah hem:

-The same best friend that SHOVED me into writing this blog asked me why I love running so much. It’s going to be this gorgeous all week, and I can’t WAIT to tie on those rubbery soled laces. I love running because it clears my mind. CLEARS IT. It’s like my zen place. I leave the driveway stressed and come back like HAY GUYS BRING IT ON. I usually listen to music or just the pounding and crunching of my feet on the gravel and run until everything toxic is gone. Big bonus, is my waistline shrinks in like…6 days about it, too.

There is NOTHING like the casting of secrets and stress to the weeds and the gravel, and them throwing nothing but peace back at you.

-I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings in Colorado. I’m, after two years, fully active in my own activities, living my own path, and while absolutely still head over heels for that tall handsome man I moved down here for, I’m thriving in such a way that I can’t imagine ever being anywhere else. It’s this whole…farming and photography and accounting and mountains and plains and baby animals and fluffy dogs and being so close to the big city and yet soooooooo far away that’s so amazing. I’m officially a State Officer for Colorado Young Farmers (it’s like this really cool, grownup version of FFA…something I was never able to do, so I’m like FOR REAL THIS EXCITED ABOUT IT YOU GUYS!!

-Here’s the thing I learned about friendships recently. I’ve been wildly anxious about the comings and goings of friends in my life, the everchanging relationships, and the constant guilt over fault of it all. But I’ve sort of realized that A) that’s part of being in your 20’s, and B) friendships can be like Yoga. They can stretch and bend and change and in all of that, they can grow and develop and be different. I can love the same person I did 10 years ago at a different distance and with a different type of love than 10 years ago. People change. But I don’t think that means that you have to have a black and white answer on where your friendship is. It’s not all BEST FRIENDS OR HATE.

-I’m going to be 30 this year. We’ll come back to this soon.

-I want turquoise in my hair so bad.

-We’re taking our first family vacation this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My girls will get to get on their first airplane and SEE THINGS OTHER THAN COLORADO AND WYOMING. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that there isn’t great things here, I’m just STOKED!!

-I’ve got two friends going through the trenches of really rough chapters and it’s so familiar to where I’ve been that I’m an emotional trainwreck about it. It’s like looking in a mirror six years ago. I know that’s part of the whole “everything happens for a reason” bit, but I’m not sure I’m ready to face it and use it.

My photography continues to soar and I’m absolutely blessed with the best friends and family and clients. I never knew I could love a hobby SO much.

-I’ve got two new books on order and almost heeeeeeeeeere!! Black Heels to Tractor Wheels (isn’t that the greatest title you’ve ever heard?!) and The Curiosities: A Collection of Stories, a book one of my favorite girls insisted I read. I love the thrill of new pages coming to me! In the mail! Like tomorrow!

-I feel like…like…. if you’re afraid to be you, if you’re unsure of who you are and instead of seeking that out find peace in imitation, than you’re headed in the wrong direction. If you’re not true to you, you’re nothing.

-I want to start a garden this year I think! I’m a little nervous about it, but I just want like…three vegetables and a fruit, and a checkmark on the “Things I want to be able to do by the time I’m 30” list. …more to come. My name is Naomi, I’m 29, and can’t grow a strawberry. Yet. Also, I live with a farmer? …awkward.

-Is there a sound affect for “I love this quote!!!!”? Play that sound in your mind, and then read this:

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Apple Inc.

-I have SO MUCH MORE TO SAY. All the more reason to come back soon, right?! Fill me in on you! ❤

Nomz

I’m a driver in a man’s world, apparently.

Things that amaze/shock people about me:

-I can check the air pressure in my own tires (I carry a gauge with me in my purse!), and air them up. (you’re laughing at this, I can feel it. But I seriously just met a girl that could do neither)
-I can drive a standard/manual transmission, and well.
-I can hook up and back up a trailer, when pulled by a pickup.
-I can change my own tire, in under 10 minutes.
-I can check and change my own oil (I hate this task, but I can).
-I can point out the main components under a hood of a car and truck (and open my own hood – also apparently, a really big deal).
-I know that turn signals do not take any sort of fluid to operate.
-I can feel and smell when something is wrong with my car.
-I know how to charge a battery, using cables, without shocking myself.
-I can drive across not one, not two, not three, not four, but as many states as I’d like by myself without panicking.

Thing that amaze/shock me about people:

-Most of the above is either impossible or shocking or both. Especially in this part of the country.

I guess I assumed that because I was raised in a house where independence was encouraged, that every female driver was. My dad is a trooper, so I’m finding out more and more that it’s not because I was a country girl, but that because he understood that if I didn’t have a firm grasp most of these things, I could potentially be a danger to myself.

We live in a part of the country where we get four legitimate seasons, bringing unpredictable weather and driving conditions.

I’m not writing to brag, or to sound feminist (most men are quite literally wired to grasp the mechanics of a car, women aren’t. I’ll never ever be able to tear an engine apart and enjoy it), I’m writing because I’m trying to grasp why women would prefer to take on the roll of a damsel, than try to roll out on those roads completely prepared. I’m not trying to offend or discourage, I’m attempting to inspire and raise awareness. It’d be like….diving straight into college without learning your ABC’s first.

Am I far off base with this?
Ooooooh pop quiz me! In comment form below, tell me what essentials should be in the trunk of your car year round, and especially in hazardous weather!

Making snow angels,
Nomz

Oh Junior High.

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. ~Elisabeth Foley

It’s crazy to think that it was 1997 when these girls came into my life and changed it for the better. It seems so long ago, doesn’t it? I was in sixth grade, I was new to Cody, Wyoming…and the first day of school, at a new school, terrified, shaking, crying, and doing my best to conquer junior high with little under my belt. Everybody there was close-knit because Cody is a small town, very few people move there unless they’re retiring so new students are an object for observation. The hallways smelled like salt, and there was a rumor that the principle was an ex-Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader slash Playboy Bunny, and for whatever reason, I was scared scatless that she’d be as tall as an Amazon woman and equally scary (and I was right). The red lockers were SO tall (hi, I was from an even smaller town, and had left an elementary school behind…not a junior high with real lockers). And Jozie had seen me within five minutes and already pulled my hair. Wenchface.

Admittedly, they grew the boys cuter in Cody, Wyoming. Whoooooweeee!

A group of girls approached me in Mr Demming’s Social Studies class (swoooon, that guy was swoooooon), and invited me to be part of them.

Ashley was one of those girls. Her hair was gorgeous, and she smelled like incense and reminded me of home, and to this day I can’t tell you why.

Ashley was different. Ashley was the girl that could make me laugh. She made me realize that I could just eat Nutty Bars for lunch. She wasn’t entirely boy crazy, but enough to make me feel sane. She went to church camp with me and rebelled with me over it. She let me cry, showed me how to ski, squealed over 98 degrees and N’Sync, and protected me from her dogs. We called in to a radio show on our “friendship anniversary” and got made fun of by the DJ, but definitely jammed out to “Lean On Me” when he played it for us. We cried over Armageddon on her couch, and discovered the majestic MTV. We were fascinated by AOL chat. We ate foccasia bread and ranch dressing, we rode 20+ miles to work everyday to work at the same hotel cleaning rooms, taking our tips to the parking lot coffee shop like we were 45 or something. We were a pretty big deal, her & I. If we ever disagreed, I don’t remember it. She’s one of the two friends from Cody that started in 1997 that I am still close to, talk with regularly, and can pick up from where we left off when I moved from there. She’s taking life by storm still, raising three gorgeous kids and a husband, and continuing to be one of the bestest best friends I’ve ever had. LYLAS.
Happy almost birthday, woman!

I think, as girls especially, we get very few in our life that are so close to you that they don’t hurt you. That they stay forever. They’re the kind of people that you never lose, because they know too much TOO let them escape. I can count on one hand, the girls in my life that I’d consider “soul sisters“, and I’m pretty sure they know who they are (I’ll eventually blog about every single one of you). I think, even, that finding genuine girls is so hard that some are middle aged and still have yet to have that kind of relationship. Women are evil, we hurt intentionally, we get stabby and jealous and insecure and crazy.

Tonight, I’m hanging out with my latest gaggle of girls, that took me almost 10 years of living in Cheyenne to find. Another group that I’ve had to move away from in order to get closer to’m. They’re another group that’s out to change the world, they’re completely different than anything I’ve ever seen. Soul chargers, we call ourselves. Or kick ass bitches, even. Goodness, I’m insanely blessed.

What did your Junior High smell like?

Reminiscing,
Nomz