Head Cowgirl in Charge: Why I Was Born to Ride My Own Way: MY HERITAGE & HISTORY....UNFOLDING.

I’ve always known I wasn’t meant to follow the rules.I was born to ride.

To lead.

To fall off—and get right back up.

It’s in my blood.

I come from black horses, big buckles, and even bigger grit.

My daddy grew up with black horses.One of his earliest memories? Getting thrown off.Hard.And just like every real cowboy does—he dusted off, got back up, and rode again.That’s the legacy I carry now.

My cousin? She had the longest, most beautiful blonde hair you’ve ever seen from my memories. I had long blonde hair too but I wasn't racing on a horse with it blowing super cool in the wind.

She raced barrels and won everything it seemed.

She made it look effortless—fierce, and fast.

My Paw Paw always had the biggest belt buckle you could imagine.

But Uncle Gordon might’ve beat him on size—of the buckle and the cowboy hat.

Their swagger? Unmatched. I love that!

They were built from discipline, early mornings, and cattle.

Uncle Larry?

He dominated the cattle cutting circuit. Trophy's for days .. Ribbons, awards, all the BIG COWBOY buckles.

He left my boys something they’ll never let go of ( or I won't let them )—his authentic cowboy hats.

They’ll be treasured forever.

I didn’t grow up full-time on a ranch...

But every time we visited Maw and Paw’s house in the county on the big property —it felt like magic. chickens, cucumbers, horses, cows, hens....

I’d run in the fields.

Feed the horses.

Pretend I was the head cowgirl in charge.

And maybe I still am. lol...

I grew up in the city—not always so glam, but fast, and shiny.

Loved it.

But as I’ve gotten older, I feel more drawn back to the stillness.

The quiet strength of the ranch.

The therapeutic rhythm of horses.The kind of peace you can only find in dirt-covered boots and open land.

As a little girl, I collected horses for my Barbies—the kind she could actually ride on.I still have two: the gorgeous white one and the perfect tan one.

They remind me—this has always been part of me.

Entrepreneurship?

That’s my grown-up version of being the head cowgirl.

I’ve never wanted to work for someone else.That was clear early on.Just like my family figured out their way with the land, the cattle, the early mornings...I knew I had to build something of my own.

And just like my daddy taught me—when you fall off the horse, you get back up.

That’s what I’ve done, over and over.In life, in business, in becoming her.

DADDY CALLES ME "DETERMINED" and I try my hardest to live up to that.

Now, I run my life—and my business—with that same energy:

Minimal.Elevated.Refined.Structured.

Head cowgirl in charge.

Horses are healing.

Heritage is powerful.And this life?

It’s meant to be ridden with purpose.

Here’s to the ones who lead from the front. Or are making changes in order to do so.

Who don’t wait to be told what to do.

Who saddle up anyway.

She sets the tone.

She knows who she is.

She’s always been the head cowgirl in charge.

u too?

—xx, Heath 🤍