To the girl that pulls up in a beat to hell stock trailer & an old truck. I see you. I was you. I’m proud of you. Hold your head up high. I’m not judging you. Keep coming. Keep growing. Keep learning. Keep showing up. I’m rooting for you. Don’t you dare quit. And aways remember what you unload, matters a lot more than what you pull up in. You see a woman with nice rigs and fancy horses. I see a little girl who refused to believe all the people that doubted her dreams. Everyone starts somewhere.