She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
Sarah Dessen (via rainydaysandblankets)
An excerpt from Kendi’s heartfelt letter:
“I apologize for having not being able to share this side of my life. I also apologize for thinking that you only want to see the sunshine and not the rain. That is why I take a sillier tone in my posts most days, because it’s comfortable and happy and different than my current train of thought. But it feels dishonest to who I am now and it speaks to perhaps who I was….But really, I just need to create the good may it be with bloom and the pretty clothes that hang in our windows, may it be with the blog and this post right here, may it be in life and being grateful for the here and the now, even if it involves tears or sad days. I’ve always been told that happiness is a choice. I’ve always hated that statement because it puts the control onto me and not my circumstances. But perhaps it is a choice — a choice to be present and to be thankful. I am feeling a little bit better every day and finding more light in the shadows. “
I resonate so strongly with her words.
Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
I am officially a SENIOR in college! Praise the Lord!
So thankful for new beginnings, the passing of the baton, and time to rest.
I am excited to work at B&BW, teach voice at the fine arts camp, and see my brothers more often this summer. :)
7 finals this week.
Lord, hold my hand, and let’s kick this week in the butt.
Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce (via dapperpaper)