Kelsey. // INFJ. // Lover of words and moments.
I love Jesus. I am learning more and more every day what that means, and so far, everything comes down to love.
Sometimes I don’t think I’m pretty/skinny/talented/smart/good enough. Sometimes I feel great and happy and confident and ready to take on the world.
I often am angry that I feel older than I am, that my body hurts more than it should. Each day, I have choices to make and bruises to tend to, but I’m learning how to live graciously the best I can. I remind myself that I am not what I suffer from.
I think too much. I worry too much.
Sometimes I see the bad in people. Sometimes it’s hard for me to see the good.
Mom and Dad taught me to think for myself, to go my own way. So I did, I do, and I will.
When I was younger, going my own way was ripping out my curly ponytail, yanking off my frilly dresses, and wearing purple shirts with green leggings and pink cowgirl boots. Now those articles of clothing have turned into pens and paper and ideas of grandeur.
Sometimes I’m a big fat cynical jaded grumpy jerk. Sometimes I am kind and patient and loving and hopeful. Sometimes I say too much, and sometimes I need to just come right out and say it.
Which is why I have this blog. I find words help me make sense of the world and of myself. I throw my words out into the world–to you–in an attempt to connect, to be authentic, and to open doors for others in hopes that they might throw their words out into the world, too.