Most of you know me as the girl that landed on the golf course a year ago. I still get asked every day if it changed my mind at all about flying and if I still go up on a regular basis. To that I answer “hellz yes I’m still flying!” . It didn’t change my mind about flying; if anything I appreciate it even more so now, BUT it changed my mind on just about everything else.
For about 6 years I was pretty much anything but happy. The only time I ever felt at peace was when I was in the air. It was my escape. I vividly remember my first ever flight lesson in a 152. It was the first time that I was old enough to remember being in a small plane and also the first time in a long time I felt like I could breathe. And every time I went up after that it was as if I didn’t have a care in the world until right when the wheels hit the ground and I was back closer to sea level.
When my engine quit at first it didn’t phase me. I was like “well here we are”. But the more people asked me the more I was bothered by the fact that I wasn’t phased by it. And then it hit me all at once “Sierra what the fuck are you doing” I could die tomorrow and the only time I ever feel anything anymore is when I’m not on the ground? Bull shit. I promised myself that I would start doing things that scared me and things that I’ve always wanted to do but never had the balls to do them because I was determined to figure out how to start living, I was tired of faking it. The week after I committed to my first bodybuilding competition without a clue what I was doing. Along the way I started figuring out how to live with my feet on the ground. A year later and I can honestly say I am a completely different person, in the best way possible. I am genuinely happy and excited about life, I am the hardest working most determined version of myself, and my eyes are open enough now to see the magic in every day. I don’t say it enough but I couldn’t be more grateful for the people in my life that have helped me get to this point without even knowing it and for the experiences life has thrown my way, good and bad. I wouldn’t be who I am today, going where I’m going without all of it.
I didn’t write this for sympathy. I wrote it because I believe I was not dealt the cards I have been dealt to sit down, quiet down, and shut up. I believe I was put here in the position I am in to let people know that you can come out the other side a stronger, better, happier version of you. It would be selfish of me to only show you the good and never tell you how I got here. Because here is great, and where I’m going is even better. My happy place is still in the sky but I’m
Not stressin’ about the landings anymore.
Blue skies and tailwinds,
Sierra (AKA Little Miss Gains)