Twenty Five.
25
This year I felt like Katie Grass.
I got my first pair of cowboy boots.
Started to learn how to be a better leader.
How to do things for fun.
How to set goals and actually fulfill them.
Take care of myself.
Push myself.
Strengthen my mind and my body.
Rest.
Let go.
Work hard.
Feel my feelings.
And be proud of to be a Grass.
I started the year learning extreme patience. Both my fiancé and my car’s got wrecked from a hit and run, both parked in front of our house. This left both of us without our cars for 3 months. Carpooling back and forth from Salt Lake to Lehi to Heber using 1 rental car, and leaning on coworkers and roommates.
25 was about working my ass off-creating a brand new Process and Operations position as my full time job. Working along side different managers and team members. Learning different leadership qualities, problem solving, communication and listening skills. Putting it all to test, and working hard to better my strengths of organization and project management, at a job that I deeply enjoy spending 40 hrs a week at.
I said goodbye to my first “home” of my own and moved in with my love in Salt Lake City. Day by day I nestled into our space. I created the sewing room / closet of my dreams. Finally making room for all of favorite things and creating a space that is my own.
Within that sacred sewing room of mine I practiced the ultimate problem solving, strong will, patience and perseverance. I fulfilled my dream to design and sew my own wedding dress. Spending 100’s of hours working through different designs and patterns and making the dream in my head, a reality.
Amidst day dreaming about my dress, I was also planning a wedding with my love, step by step, decision after decision. Learning to work together creatively, to make our vision a reality. Counting down day by day, task by task, until the beloved October 22nd came. To the moment I grab my dads arm and I walk down the aisle to my love. Reading our heart felt vows, crying together, and finally saying the long awaited, I do.
Celebrating with all of our closest friends and family. Literally falling down the stairs on my butt, and laughing my ass off about it. Eating amazing food, dancing our hearts out, and soaking in the feelings of home and family I so desperately longed for.
I ended year 25 with my first married Christmas. Decorating our home and planning out our first holiday together, with family and friends. Lighting our house up with colorful lights, glitter, and wrapped gifts, under our humble 3 ft tree on top of the dog kennel.
2023, year 25, I learned what it’s like to be a Grass. I truly feel this year I learned how to be more truly myself. It made me think about what it means to be a Grass. I thought about my dad, and the things he’s taught/ shown me, that I never want to forget or give away. Hard work. Honest work. Doing my absolute best, and proving my worth and commitment to my goals and dreams. It was the year I got my first pair of cowboy boots…the same year my dad got his first. It brought out the most inner child joy and excitement, and I got to see the same with my dad.
25 was everything I wanted it to be and more. Here’s to 26 and the dreams and goals I’m calling in. 26 is the year I continue to learn grow, and most of all… let go.
Thank you for being here, seriously, thank you.
k.
