My Messy Story. Where I started and how I ended up right where I'm supposed to be (in this quirky but perfect for me beach-yoga-music life).... (Part 1 of 2)

​Originally from South Louisiana, I was the first born of 4 in a middle-class family with working parents that took good care of us. We grew up in a very small town and attended a very small school (I graduated with 91 other students). We lived in a friendly rural-ish neighborhood where we spent a lot of time outdoors with neighbors. My parents hosted frequent craw fish boils & cookouts, we had an above ground pool, basketball net, dirt bikes, outdoor pets, and a pool table (with a chilled beer keg for the adults). There was always something going on at the Johnson's house on Joan Drive.  In high-school I stayed busy with extra-curricular activities, working at Po-Boy's Food Mart (our town grocery store) and hanging out with friends.  From a young age, I was naturally self-motivated, optimistic, and driven. I was very responsible for my age too.

After graduating from LSU, I married my boyfriend that I dated for most of high-school and all of college (about 7 years). He was an awesome guy that treated me great, we had fun and we never fought.  My family and friends loved him too. ​ About the time we got married, I was getting more and more interested in personal development and strengthening my faith. I read inspirational books, attended church, listened to sermons, wrote down goals, and had really big dreams. I even went to an Anthony Robbins live event in Chicago, which was an incredible experience that strengthened my belief that you really can have it all.

Well, ONLY three years into our marriage, I decided that long range, we probably weren't a fit. I didn't know that for sure though, because we already had a stable life and were on track to start having kids and build a traditional family life.   We had been together since I was 15 years old and I was terrified that I was making a mistake.  This was a serious crossroad and a decision that I could regret for the rest of my life and I was well aware of it!

But I did it.  Through the fear, embarrassment, and guilt I followed my heart. I stood strong in my faith and believed that I could create an exciting and fulfilling life that might suit my fiery soul better.  And I was right.  I eventually found it in South Alabama..... 

LESSONS:
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1) Life defining decisions and leaps of faith are freaking scary.  
2) There is eventual reward but you may have to leap before it makes sense.
3) Following your heart can be a lonely.
4) Strong faith (in God, for me) is everything in difficult times.
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