As all good and uncertain things do, my reign as Miss Nevada United States finally came to an end. Turns out they only give it to you for a year, regardless of how impressive you were as queen. Also, you cannot be voted in for a second term. I should know. I tried lobbying.
I’ve spent the past month hiding under a rock, ingesting every carb in my path and doing my hair and makeup as little as possible. In fact, if something involves putting on a dress, it’s at high-risk of getting cut from the to-do list.
As much as I didn’t want them to be, my former queen mentors were correct. After passing over my responsibility, notoriety, and crown, I slipped into PRD (Post-Reign Depression).
A number of variables determine how long the PRD lasts (including attachment to the title, investment in your organization, current titleholder, feelings toward your year, and future projects). But I’d been told by many a former Miss Nevada to expect at least a month of sadness and at least a couple, “She’s not Miss Nevada… I am!” moments.
Now that the thirty days in question have passed, I finally find myself finally (but reluctantly) letting go of my tight grip on my crown, setting it aside for future opportunities.
Lucky for me, I adore my successor. And she’s already proven herself to be a tough competitor and inspirational leader. So I know my hard work and legacy are in good hands.
But still, it’s hard to put aside something you’ve spent a year of your life embracing, representing, and working towards for someone else to take over. And I find myself once again looking for a new adventure and challenge. Which is both exciting and exhausting.
But as I pull myself out of my sloth-like tendencies and re-enter the world as a civilian, I’d like to take a moment to honor my year, as well as everyone who supported and took part in my pageantry journey. No, I don’t know if I’ll ever compete again, as I never anticipated doing this in the first place. But given all the amazing moments I was able to experience, I wouldn’t rule it out.
Though I will say looking back… It was Pretty. Freaking. Amazing.
Here’s to 2014’s adventure being even more epic than the last. I’m honestly terrified I won’t be able to top this . But then again, I didn’t think I’d be able to top my year when I went to live with the Firewalkers. And I guess the only way I’ll find out is to live it.
So cheers to the next chapter. Here comes the sun. :)