colors and strokes

One. intro

I am not the best writer, but I consider myself to be a decent speaker who can convey her thoughts and feelings well in speech–but writing on the other hand has never been my forte.  I tend to write how I speak, misuse punctuation and use them how I see fit–form is function. But I thank you for bearing with me and taking part in my humble beginnings of “my life as a blogger”.

[thoughts in words and writing]

{today…while in my demographic analysis and forecasting class}

A friend once told me that my “stream of consciousness is insane”.  Yeah, I guess so–I have an imagination that can entertain me for hours on end and makes me lose sleep because I find myself creating and evolving my thoughts as I lay in bed.  I consider it to be my best friend and my worst enemy.  But in any case, it is there with me and will always be there for me when no one else can.  It is the one place I can bring all the parts of me together.  The thoughts of love, family, music, dance, colors, living, and dying–all convening around the most defining One, Christ.

The place where I can exercise my right to be free…for real free.  It’s an escape for me to be able to break free from my own banes of being a people pleaser, being a failure, being overly ambitious, idolizing forms of love, and not knowing what lies ahead.  Anything from thoughts of what my life would be like if I were born in Korea in the 1500s to what my life would be like if I were born French in the year 2020 . But mainly, just thoughts that are tangents upon tangents of the past day’s happenings.

a “two-extreme adventure with a One source identity”, yup that’s me, and everything in between are the strokes and colors that give the painting of my so called life, its character.

persevere.

Bella was an awesome movie.

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