anneelizabeth:

I’ve started listening to country music.

I’ve started saying “y’all” again all the time. Every time I open my mouth, I notice my words are punctuated with that country twang I despised so much as a kid.

I think big trucks are sexy.

I had a conversation the other day about the price and quality of hay, and I’ve found myself hanging out with my sister’s goats for more than five minutes at a time.

I’ve come to realize I drive a vehicle that is stereotyped as a the “redneck sports car” and I have furthered that stereotype by putting a trailer hitch and a CB radio in and on my Mustang.

In my spare time, I like to ride my family’s ATV, and revving that thing up while splashing through mud is the best feeling in the world. I’ve come to realize I feel completely, 100 percent alive after being coated in wet dirt.

Here’s the best one: I love it all. Call me what you want, but I’m embracing my country roots and I reckon I sure am happy about it.

I reckon you should do what makes you happy.

ps. that country accent is ridiculous and awesome.