I’m a slightly-broken person, striving to live beautifully, seen.
I’m a wife and a daughter. I’m a sister, sister-in-law, and dog-mom. I’m a friend to some, and acquaintance to others, and an adversary to few.
I teach children, I read books, and I write stories. I take walks, I drink tea, I pray, and I go to bed early. I like fantasy and science fiction shows, yoga, music, card games, and nerdy jokes, but I dislike pudding, arrogance, cold showers, driving in the snow, and making phone calls.
I daydream. I worry and stress about everything; I fight anxiety disorders and depression. I dance while I cook dinner and make big life decisions in the shower. I look to my dog for cuddles when I’m sad, my mom for advice when I’m in need, my husband for love when I’m lonely, and my God for guidance when I’m lost.
I often feel different and out of place. I feel disconnected from the world and misunderstood. But not always. Just as often I feel loved and cared for; important and valuable; understood and appreciated. Most days I feel all of these things and more, depending on the hour, the minute, the moment.
So I think, really, I’m just like most other people; all the people who feel broken in this world, when really we’re all living the same fears and loneliness. If only we were honest with ourselves and with others, maybe we could learn to embrace our brokenness, use it to build ourselves and each other up, and live beautifully, seen.
This is where I share my story; all the little parts of it that add up to form thoughts and opinions and experiences and life. We all have a story; I’d love to hear yours. If you want to get in touch, feel free to leave a comment on the blog, or reach out through the contact page.
Thanks for reading.
“I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.” – Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things
“Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn’t seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.” – Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind