This life...nothing if not extraordinary simply because of the people within it.
The stories of our life are written from a lifetime of experience, edited and rewritten with each emotion, crafted from memories, given purpose and shape from those we share each with.
My story is one like any other...I often question everything within it and am constantly searching for purpose. I am a continuous work in progress...a firm believer that God's hands are always working hard to mold me into something worthy of His calling. I think life is the ultimate paradox...often we are given everything and nothing all at once...and we tend to waste so much of our life harboring the regrets surrounding what it is we do, or don't do, with both.
I believe life is a gift...something to take and run with, to experience fully, feeling every single emotion no matter how bitter, how sweet. The days sometimes stretch on, but the years pass without our permission. Most of the time I see the glass as half-full, but am realistic enough to know sometimes that truly is just wishful thinking...something many lack but should possess in my opinion. I am always watching the world around me, often hearing conversations even when I don't mean to. I find it hard to silence it all and that typically extends to my mind, making it difficult to really relax much of the time. I believe we meet those we're meant to meet when we're meant to meet them and that we all serve a very specific purpose in each other's lives...the hard part is, we never know how much time we get. (Ask me about the tiny, red bow on the inside of my left wrist.)
40-something lover of all things yellow, vintage, and cozy. Sometimes excited, sometimes mellow; almost always a bit high-strung and/or anxious. Always hopeful, constantly thankful, mostly content. Mom, sister, daughter, niece, grand-daughter, cousin, friend...each role is a constant evolution, often needing improvement and forgiveness, but never lacking in love or good intentions. I wear my heart on my sleeve, am more emotional than I would like, easily distracted, sometimes lazy, a little too serious when it comes to myself, quick to forgive yet slow to forget. I find too much significance in dates which leads me to live a bit too much in the past. Letter-writer, movie lover, t.v. watcher, book reader, magazine flipper, journal collector, eternal optimist, hopeless romantic, aspiring writer, coffee lover. I love milk chocolate, good wine, hot baths, beautiful beaches, laughter, sunshine, the feel of the car after it has sat in the sun on a cool fall day, daisies, simplicity, holding hands, really good hugs, playing the piano, random conversations, and traveling. I fell in love with Paris, am most comfortable in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, can't cook to save my life, am hopelessly in love with my not so little anymore girl, love my cat who is often plotting our deaths, am head over heels in love with my little dog, miss my Gran more than I ever imagined, try very hard to live with no regrets, leave the judging to God, am fairly open-minded, stubborn at times, love Jesus and the gift of grace (Lord knows I need it), and am a train wreck at times. I have the gift of seeing the best in others and am the best cheerleader for those I love.
This life...beautiful, often unintentional, messy if done right, full of emotion and grit, hopefully void of regret...fight for what makes you happy...be willing to let go when you're not...seek to understand even if you're not being understood...and, live...with every unapologetic bit of who you are.