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The vibrant red dirt, cool desert breeze, and renewal of my fading chaco tan line inspired me to not only blog again, but to go deep this time. I hope you’re able to find some kind of motivation in this post to go and get yourself good lost too.

  I spent the weekend in Canyonlands National Park hiking, camping, laughing and rejuvenating. I had to do a lot of hustling all last week to make this weekend happen, but it was definitely worth it.

Friday night as the sun set and the stars began to appear, my group dragged me (I was exhausted and ready for bed) up into the rock formations until we reached the highest point. The night sky opened up to a canvas of millions of twinkling little stars.


It was standing there, below one of God’s most vast canvases, that I fell in love with the stars.

Let me just be frank in admitting that I have had a rough year. Well, let me correct that… I had a rough start to my year. I cried, I struggled in school, I questioned myself, I questioned my testimony and I was defeated and hurt. And (in hindsight), it was the best hurt I have ever experienced. I wish the same hurt for you. Here’s why: It tried and tested me… and I lost.

I lost my well thought out & scheduled life.

I lost the mundane.

I lost the fear.

I got lost in Italy.

I lost count of how many Italian cuties called me bella.

I lost my hard earned money in markets across the globe.

I lost the life I knew before my amazing set of friends.

I lost my fear of heights as I dove in the pristine pools of Havasupia.

I lost sleep.

I lost myself in the deep Yellowstone Wilderness.

I lost a couple of toenails.

I lost my tan.

I lost the to-do list.

I lost the her before.

And I found a much better one.

I found a someone who dances every morning in front of the mirror.

I found someone who depends on God wholeheartedly.

I found cake batter flavored gum.

I found someone who fears her comfort zone.

I found my truest friends.

I found sand in my suitcase.

I found ancient cobblestone streets.

I found someone who goes dancing 3-4 nights a week.

I found someone who loves hard work.

I found love and compassion.

I found her.

And it was in that process of getting lost and then found again–that I fell in love with the stars. Every last twinkle of my life, I fell in love with. And I want Y-O-U to go out and do the same thing.

Take the spontaneous trip

kiss the cutie

buy the shoes

take a Sunday afternoon drive

eat the ice cream

buy the book on astronomy

spend the night camping in your car

apply for that job you think you’ll never get

tell that friend that you love them

throw a party

learn something new everyday

hang out with your parents

climb the mountain

Lose you.

Do for you.

Find you.

Fall in love with the stars.

Beep beep! Bradie Jill slept in her Jeep Jeep! (Yes, I do plan on that jingle telling the story of my life from here forth)

I’m the most tired, lost and happy I’ve ever been. I think you should be too.
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Author: Bradie Jill

I’m a mountain climber, filmmaker, globetrotter, lifestyle blogger, & TV personality. For as long as I can remember, I have loved all things beautiful. Whether it be words in a book, a breathtaking mountain landscape or an untold story. With this blog, I hope to bring you all of these things.

3 Replies to “I Fell in Love with the Stars

  1. Bradie Jill, you’re amazing and inspiration. I’m so glad to have gotten to know you as you became HER. I think she’s incredible and I love reading about your life. Love ya!


  2. I love this. And you. And me and david grew up 20 miles south of canyonlands. Right under those stars. It’s a magic I am glad you’ve found. Good job!

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