Merely life

Right now I'm in my third “hipster” coffee shop of the week. Listening to overwhelmingly hip music, surrounded by grungy men covered in facial hair sporting hip glasses and beanies. (WHILE WRITING A BLOG. Look how much of a relevant millennial I am!!) I feel abhorrent to everyone that passes my uncool cloud I'm surrounded by. Their conversations, I assume, have to be about which coffee roast fits the weather best, all of the underground concerts they've gone to that I likely have never heard of, and the last time they went hiking. RED ALERT: I have spotted cassette tapes for sale and now I am certain that this place is professionally hip. This is my generation. The “Too Cool For School” type. Now, lets look past this facade of these composed individuals around me, because people watching is one of my favorite past times. The girls closest to me have a four person table to themselves and are surrounded by what looks like exhausting school work. They do not s...

When Oceans Rise I was going to start this out really cliche by saying "close your eyes and imagine" then I realized you wouldn't be able to read it then so... [Real intro] My parents recently moved to a lake, their life long desire. When they delivered the news to me that we would be moving out of the only house I've ever lived in, being the angst ridden 17 year old I was, I took it pretty badly. By badly I mean I had a complete melt down in the middle of Cheddars. There were tears. Lots of tears. There were so many thoughts going through my head in that one moment "I won't know anyone", "Why do my parents hate me", "My friends are never going to speak to me once I'm gone", "Everyone there will think I'm weird". Needless to say change is not my forte. It wasn't until later that I understood, God has called my parents to this new town with these new people to work through them. This simple fact ease...

A Call To Speak Life Why has beauty become this commercialized THING?  I don't want to be  beautiful if it means harming my skin with makeup, dressing like I have no self-respect, and starving myself to please the eye of a man that can't love me the way I am. The hardest thing to accept as a girl is that you posses beauty. How sad this truth is. Even the word "beauty" has been deluded to fit today's culture. Growing up in a world where the constant echo is how inadequate we are. Media is no help to our ego. How dare someone I've never even met tell me how much I'm worth! And how dare my generation make it seem okay. This is a call to all women (young & old) to join me in a move to encouraging our sisters . I get it. Being bold and telling someone you don't know that they're pretty is intimidating. As women we thrive off of acceptance and love. Especially if it's made public. Why not be a little sweeter to one another? Why ...