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I want to ask you something that might sting: is your life really yours?

I’m curious. How many people are actually living a life that belongs to them?

Do you take the risks you dream about?

Do you speak with your truest parts on your tongue?

Do you romanticize your life the way you want to, or do you just watch it happen?

Because I can say this with one hundred percent certainty: my life is mine.

Every ounce of who I am—I’m finally living in it. For the first time ever.

Now, I know the world throws things at us we can’t control. I’m not denying that. But with what you can control—with your choices, your voice, your body, your love—is your world, your life yours?

Really sit with that for a second. Don’t rush past it.

And if the answer is no, then I want to ask why?

What are you gaining by living in a reality that isn’t rooted in you—your values, your joy, your essence?

Because here’s the truth: fuck thaaat.

And I don’t say that with judgment. I say it with compassion, because I’ve been there. And honestly, that was the saddest part of my life.

I don’t want to just exist. I want to take this world and live. Bask in it. Enjoy it. Scream yeehaw and mean it.

That’s where Cowgirl Bri was born.

I tell everyone: I broke up with my ex and became a cowgirl. Half-joke, full-truth.

Because that was the moment I realized: I cannot stay in any situation where my life doesn’t belong to me.

Not because I can’t handle relationships, or responsibility, or reality.

But because I cannot handle any environment that does not allow me to be free.

Free to ride this life with the most fun, the most yeehaws, and the most Bri essence I can possibly pour into it.

And you need to do the same. Please—for the love of God. If not for me, for Him. For YOU.

You lose nothing but the things that were never meant for you anyway.

So as we step into September, into a new season, into a new era of becoming—remember this: you are not alone. We’re all figuring it out. We’re all choosing ourselves in big and small ways.

And when you do that—when you choose yourself—there’s no more tug-of-war between who you are and what life demands of you.

Because you’ve already chosen you.

So don’t just live. Live yours.