There's a story about a rabbi coming upon a castle, and the castle guard asks him, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The rabbi asks the man how much he makes in wages, and the guard hesitantly replies. The rabbi proceeds to tell the guard that he will pay him double his current wages if he will come with him, stand outside the doors of his own home, and ask him those very questions each and every day.
So who am I? I don't know how to answer that really. Because each circumstance shapes me a little bit more into who I was created to be, so it kind of changes everyday. But I can tell you a little bit about what I do know.
I crave the creativity of other people. Consequently, I love live music, poetry slams, and art shows.
I sometimes see strangers laugh and I secretly want to be their friend. It's not weird.
I'm not afraid to talk to strangers.
Awkwardness is something I embrace. I legitimately love it.
I write to make sense of the world. Sometimes talking is hard.
I could sit in a coffee shop ALL DAY, SON. And not get bored.
I struggle, seriously struggle, with the rate at which this technology obsession is advancing.
Quality time, conversations, and people feed my soul.
I can't skip rocks or do cartwheels. I'm hopeful this will not always be the case.
I think I have an unhealthy addiction to dairy. This has nothing to do with the fact that I'm from Wisconsin.
I've got two solid younger sisters, a step-mom with a load of wisdom, and a daddy-o with a lot of passion and drive. This doesn't give them justice by any means. I could also talk about the rest of my family for ages. I've been blessed with an incredible extended family.
I've learned and thus embraced that vulnerability begets vulnerabilty. I truly want to know people.
I want to learn how to dougie SO BAD.
I could, hypothetically speaking, live off of homemade salsa.
I've spent the past four years living the best community I've ever known. I graduate from Spring Arbor University May, 2013.
I love driving with no destination, though I don't do it too often because I also hate filling up my gas tank.
I lost my best friend to cancer when I was twelve years old. I miss my momma everyday, but I still see her everywhere. It is well with my soul.
I struggle with silence and solitude, but I know: “We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.” -Mother Teresa
I am desperate for God every single day.
I'm not afraid to talk to strangers.
Awkwardness is something I embrace. I legitimately love it.
I write to make sense of the world. Sometimes talking is hard.
I could sit in a coffee shop ALL DAY, SON. And not get bored.
I struggle, seriously struggle, with the rate at which this technology obsession is advancing.
Quality time, conversations, and people feed my soul.
I can't skip rocks or do cartwheels. I'm hopeful this will not always be the case.
I think I have an unhealthy addiction to dairy. This has nothing to do with the fact that I'm from Wisconsin.
I've got two solid younger sisters, a step-mom with a load of wisdom, and a daddy-o with a lot of passion and drive. This doesn't give them justice by any means. I could also talk about the rest of my family for ages. I've been blessed with an incredible extended family.
I've learned and thus embraced that vulnerability begets vulnerabilty. I truly want to know people.
I want to learn how to dougie SO BAD.
I could, hypothetically speaking, live off of homemade salsa.
I've spent the past four years living the best community I've ever known. I graduate from Spring Arbor University May, 2013.
I love driving with no destination, though I don't do it too often because I also hate filling up my gas tank.
I lost my best friend to cancer when I was twelve years old. I miss my momma everyday, but I still see her everywhere. It is well with my soul.
I struggle with silence and solitude, but I know: “We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.” -Mother Teresa
I am desperate for God every single day.
"And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
-T.S. Eliot
