This week was CMA Awards weekend in Nashville. I grew up watching that show on TV every single year, dreaming about walking that red carpet, singing on that stage, or even getting nominated one day. This year, I cried, not from defeat, but from something deeper… a fire I can’t put out and a determination that refuses to die. It’s something I have no intention of letting go. It made me think of home. Of Oklahoma. Where I grew up, where people believed in me long before Nashville knew my name. And