Permeable Clouds & A Sandstone Bikini

Sometime last year I decided I needed a fitness blog to track my journey ( and I just stumbled back across it. I had completely forgot about it since starting this more relevant to me blog! This is the last post I posted on there…and I laughed so hard reading it…but also absolutely loved it. I HAD to share. This blog can tell you a LOT about who I am.



There are some occasions in my life where I do something that is considered “normal”, but those are very rare occasions. I’m talking few and far between.

So, what is normal? I guess that’s different for everyone, but the true definition of normal is simply; “conforming to the usual standard, type, or custom”.


No wonder I refuse to be normal.

I have always been different, weird, strange, silly, WHATEVER you wish to call it…I’ve been that way since I was like 24 minutes old. Seriously, I have proof.

I have been a lot of things, but normal has never been one of them.

I’ve never been someone to conform to the visions that society has made for a woman in her 20’s (or a girl of any age, for that matter!) I have always been strong, independent, somewhat intelligent, strong willed, and weird. I have my own sense of style, do whatever I want with my hair, and I didn’t get pregnant 3 minutes after I got married.

What is society anyway? And why do they get to decide who we are?
They may define you, but you’re on your own on that one.

It’s hard to do what you’re passionate about these days if it doesn’t fit in with the “rules” of society. FOR example, since I started my fitness journey you would not believe how many people say “don’t get manly” when I tell them that I lift heavy weights on the daily.

BITCH, I already am – and I’m proud of it! Manly. Psh. Whatever that means. I was manly before I started lifting. I train horses, build motors, drive trucks, play in the mud, haul hay, drink beer and work for an oil company. I don’t think picking up iron 5x a week is going to make me any more of a dude.

You say I’m manly, but I just say I’m independent. I can take care of myself in situations many women can’t. If you think that’s a weakness, well, honey – YOU are sadly mistaken.

Another thing that people find absolutely crazy? That I run my own business. Why? Because I’m a chick, and girls don’t run the show.

SCUZE the hell outa me. If you don’t like it, get on down the road.

I guess the point I’m trying to make here is that you should ignore what you read and see and hear and do your own damn research. Become who you were born to be, not who someone else was born to be.

Chase your dreams down and tackle them. If you’re not following your dreams, then you’re just letting someone else pay you to follow theirs.

Stand out.
Dare to be questioned.
Wear a sandstone bikini that you carved your damn self, you cave woman you.
Smirk in the face of conformity.
Flash all your haters a smile.


I know I will.