It’s okay not to be okay.Read More
They say laughter is the best medicine and if there is anything I’ve learned in the past about taking the blows life dishes out is that there are a few ways to react. I was defeated and sad, but I laughed because thats all I could do. Laugh at the fact that it was my luck to have my debit card info stolen, all my bills clear at once, and my fridge break all in the same day. I laughed because I knew that after all that crying I was going to wake up tomorrow and get the opportunity to fumble through a new day. I get the opportunity to take this messy, crazy, stressful life and make it something positive. Something to laugh and smile about.Read More
So, in the last few weeks of being alone, I’ve realized it’s something to get used to. I wont always feel so stupidly uncomfortable in my own presence, and I do believe I will grow to love it. In the words of a beautiful friend of mine, growth is uncomfortable.
If I’m this uncomfortable now, I must be growing.Read More
So if I'm being honest, I am really not being honest with myself. I probably haven't been for the better part of the last two years. I have been unhappy and my mantra has become "such is life." I used to say that when things went wrong but I knew things would be okay, and it swiftly became the negative way I described my inability to enjoy the things I once used to.Read More
Whenever you move somewhere new, whether you've been there a million times or not, there is the inevitable adjustment period. The time in which your brain does crazy things trying to get used to where you are and shed the feeling of where you were before.Read More
They say “don’t quit your daydream”
But what if your day dream is what is holding you back? What if staying in the clouds and not planting your feet on the ground is what has caused the stagnation felt so deeply inside?
Time for a daydream comedown.Read More
I've got a case of writing amnesia.
It’s funny because so many people, over the last year of not knowing who stands before me in the fingerprint pained mirror build into my bathroom door, tell me to just write through the rut. But how can you write through something when you don’t have have a voice and when words don’t even look like words anymore. When the very things that made Kierstin, a writer, have become foreign objects in my hands.Read More
Grief is like walking through a dark room you've been in before but it's all different. It's confusing, unfamiliar, jutting out in different directions at unexpected times. In unexpected ways. I'm not sure how long I'll stay in the dark. Could be days, weeks, months. But I know that somewhere in the dark is the key to turning on the light. You always told me I am the key to my own success. So maybe the key to turning on the light will be found in the heart that's still healing from a loss so great.Read More
I want to evoke feeling from the things I create. That is my goal. I want someone to be able to read something I have written and feel something in their heart. I want to show those who feel alone, that they aren't alone at all.Read More