dirt road princessOnce upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a princess. But you wouldn’t know it to look at her – she never wore a tiara or fancy dresses and her family didn’t live in a palace. And her kingdom wasn’t really that far, just a dirt road away. She grew up happy and carefree. She didn’t know that she wasn’t like other princesses and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. She loved the simple country life that her family enjoyed. She loved to run through the tall grass, to play in and under the big trees, to breathe the clean country air.

Then she grew up, got a job, and just kinda’ got swallowed up in the hum-drum of real life. And the escape she used to find in the world of her imagination slowly faded to a dim memory. Then, one day, in a box in the attic, she found those memories again. And that’s when it hit me – I could either close that box back up, after all, adventures and fairytales are for kids, right? What do I need them for – I’m a grownup now and have been for some time. Or I could embrace the child hiding somewhere inside me and live each day to the full.

Hi there. Folks call me the Dirt Road Princess, and I’m making it my mission to take this philosophy to the world. Now wait a minute and let me explain. I can hear the cynics already, “Get a grip, girl. Grow up and face the real world.” And while I will never argue with those who say I can be a child at times, I will vehemently maintain that a little more childlike innocence and joy and wonder would do a world of good in these tired and dreary and cynical days we live in. So this is me trying to figure out how to just enjoy every single moment of this glorious gift called life. How to open up and let life touch my heart. How to feel the pain, but feel the beauty even more. If you want to do the same, then stick around and we’ll figure it out together.

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