So this post, written on September 14, 2015, could have looked a lot different. And I could write all day bout the shoulda’s, coulda’s and woulda’s, but for the sake of #growthngrace, I’d rather focus my heart on one of the most profound #SoThisOneTimes that ever was…

So this one time, one year ago to the day, instead of all my people flying into Seattle dressed for an evening of barn dancing and cheers’ing to love with Old Fashioned’s, my people re-routed their flights to Nashville.

Yep, about 15 of my best from around the country descended on one of the best towns in America, dressed in cowgirl boots and flannel for a weekend of line dancing and cheers’ing with anything alcoholic. Operation redirect my attention to country music, dreamy accents and my favorite winery in all the land was one of the kindest, most selfless gestures I’ve ever known.

From Kentucky to Virginia, from Seattle to LA, from Tampa to Sydney, from Georgia to DC, they showed up in droves. They showed up ready to create happy memories on a day that deserved happy memories.

And happy memories did in fact happen. On repeat for 4 days. Between pre-gaming like 18 year olds, Pharmacy burgers, dancing with my Joseph Forehand at The Stage, a night at THE Grand Ole Opry, doing inebriated cartwheels through the Opryland Hotel during ridiculous hours of the morning and the toast that was shared at Kicks Brooks’ winery, those people made an impossible weekend feel like the happy ending to a sad country song.

So today, from the middle of nowhere Morocco, I once again find myself lambasted with memories….And so on this September 14^th, I’m raising my glass of Bedouin tea to a #SoThisOneTime for the books and to you sweet #Nashvegas people that have a permanent piece of my country-song-like-life.