Tomorrow marks five years since I closed on my house here in Nashville, and honestly… I still can’t believe it. Five years sounds like a long time, but when I look back, it feels like a blink and a lifetime all at once.
What I see most clearly is how far I’ve come.
I’m not the same woman who signed those papers. I look different, I feel different, and I am different. Over these five years, I’ve learned how to be comfortable in my own shoes—really comfortable. I’ve learned to be brave, strong, and resilient in ways I didn’t know I could be. I’ve had to figure out a lot on my own, and yes, some of it was hard. But it was also rewarding in the kind of way that changes you from the inside out.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is this:
If I want to do something, I do it.
No waiting for permission. No waiting for company. No waiting for the “right” moment. Just living.
Working from home has made meeting people a challenge, and I’ve definitely become more of a homebody—unless there’s a concert involved. Music has always been my escape, my mirror, my reminder that I’m not alone. I see myself in lyrics, in stories, in the raw honesty of someone else’s voice. It’s healing in a way nothing else is.
And recently, something beautiful happened.
I found a community.
A group of incredible people who all love Priscilla Block as much as I do. We’re all part of her Queens Club, and even though I may be old enough to be some of their moms, I’ve always been a late bloomer. What matters is that I feel like I belong. It’s just so nice to be part of something that brings me joy.
My sister is visiting the first week of March, and we’re going to see Priscilla perform at the Ryman on March 4th. Second row. VIP meet and greet. It’ll be my fourth time seeing her perform, my second official meet & greet, and my third time meeting her overall (thanks to her album release party). My sister has never met her, so I’m extra excited for her to experience it. I’ve been busy making friendship bracelets for fellow Queens, and I can’t wait to meet everyone in person. It feels like the perfect way to celebrate five years in this city that has shaped me in ways I never expected.
When I think about everything I’ve survived, everything I’ve built, and everything I’ve become, one thing is clear:
I am grateful. I am thankful. I am blessed.
This is going to be my year.
It’s time.
I’m ready.
I’ve had enough shit in my life.
Now it’s time for getting good.
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