Being at college has taught me a lot of things. One of those valuable lessons is who I should trust, and who I should definitely not; who I love to hang out with, and who gets on my nerves after an hour. And I've learned so much about myself in this process... like who I tend to gravitate towards, and who can always put a smile on my face. Those people tend to be the crazy ones.
By crazy, I don't mean straight jacket crazy, I mean people who dare to be different and never shy away from standing out and being fully and completely and 100% themselves. I'm almost magnetically attracted to them because they fascinate me so much and encourage me to be the same way.
I love that when I hang out with bold, daring, and unique people, I'm not as tempted to hide those traits in myself. Sometimes it's easier to fit in and blend into the crowd, but that's not what I want to do. And that's not who I want to be.
It's so incredible that there are so many different personalities, interests, and styles among so few people, but I love that those traits blend, multiply, grow, and feed off of each other when people get together. Just everyday people.
Moral of the story: I love just watching people live and breathe and be different and thrive. I love it when people stand out form the crowd and go out of my way to meet those people and get to know them, because I know they must have a fascinating story.
That is all. Be different.
Kel
Friday, August 22, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
We Are Family
So... being in a family is hard.
I recently had a pretty big fight with my parents that resulted in some tears, some hurt, and general unhappiness. It was most definitely not fun. What I've discovered is this:
Being in a family is incredibly hard. It requires compromise, leniency, love, compassion, understanding, self control, patience, and maturity. I have learned that I definitely need to work on a lot of these. Relationships with parents are stretched and grown throughout young adulthood. I'm trying to figure out how to grow up and my parents are trying to figure out how to let me and how to help me along in that process. And sometimes, none of us know what to do or what the right answer is. And that's okay. It's okay to not know all of the answers. It's also okay to mess up. Everyone does.
With the most recent argument I had with my parents, I really messed up. Like a royal screw up of global proportion. But here's the thing, it grew our relationship and reinforced the fact that I love my parents no matter what. I will never not love them. Sometimes we lose sight of unconditional love. The kind of love that doesn't go away after someone screws up (on whatever proportion). The kind of love that doesn't always agree but lets you make your own decisions anyway. The kind of love that puts you above pride and stubbornness. The wonderful part is that I was reminded that not only do I love my parents that much, but they love me in the same way, perhaps even more.
I think as we grow and mature, we learn new and different ways to love and our ability to love grows along with our bodies. We become more capable of love and more capable of showing it.
Moral of the story: families are hard but they are so important and so worth it. There is nothing in the world that can compare to knowing that people love you fully and completely, no matter what.
Stay classy,
Kel
I recently had a pretty big fight with my parents that resulted in some tears, some hurt, and general unhappiness. It was most definitely not fun. What I've discovered is this:
Being in a family is incredibly hard. It requires compromise, leniency, love, compassion, understanding, self control, patience, and maturity. I have learned that I definitely need to work on a lot of these. Relationships with parents are stretched and grown throughout young adulthood. I'm trying to figure out how to grow up and my parents are trying to figure out how to let me and how to help me along in that process. And sometimes, none of us know what to do or what the right answer is. And that's okay. It's okay to not know all of the answers. It's also okay to mess up. Everyone does.
With the most recent argument I had with my parents, I really messed up. Like a royal screw up of global proportion. But here's the thing, it grew our relationship and reinforced the fact that I love my parents no matter what. I will never not love them. Sometimes we lose sight of unconditional love. The kind of love that doesn't go away after someone screws up (on whatever proportion). The kind of love that doesn't always agree but lets you make your own decisions anyway. The kind of love that puts you above pride and stubbornness. The wonderful part is that I was reminded that not only do I love my parents that much, but they love me in the same way, perhaps even more.
I think as we grow and mature, we learn new and different ways to love and our ability to love grows along with our bodies. We become more capable of love and more capable of showing it.
Moral of the story: families are hard but they are so important and so worth it. There is nothing in the world that can compare to knowing that people love you fully and completely, no matter what.
Stay classy,
Kel
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Ramble On
Though this post is named for a Led Zeppelin song, it will probably actually live up to the literal, conversation related, sense of the phrase. This is the official re-launch of my blog. Woooo! I'm currently 18 years of youth, attending a university to study so many things that even I can't keep track anymore.
The purpose of this blog is to help track my various adventures and exploits throughout the passage of time. If you don't know me, take a look at the lovely side panel on the right for a brief description of the numerous malarky and shenanigans that compose my life.
So... yeah. Please feel free to ask as many or as little questions as you want. I would be happy to answer them as brutally honest as possible. Subtlety has never been my strong-suit.
I should hope to write to you in the near future.
Kel.
The purpose of this blog is to help track my various adventures and exploits throughout the passage of time. If you don't know me, take a look at the lovely side panel on the right for a brief description of the numerous malarky and shenanigans that compose my life.
So... yeah. Please feel free to ask as many or as little questions as you want. I would be happy to answer them as brutally honest as possible. Subtlety has never been my strong-suit.
I should hope to write to you in the near future.
Kel.
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