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note to self: i’ll be there for you, always

written june 6, 2021. Photo by Kristine Cinate on Unsplash I have always looked for myself in other people. I think the idea was that they would somehow hold the pieces of me that I felt were missing. That maybe, if I wrapped my identity up in theirs enough, we would somehow make a whole person. It's not healthy to live like this, but I did it anyway — burning through relationships and searching for something I couldn't quite name. It was never enough, not to be myself, but it was never enough to latch my identity to other people, either. I got close, several times — I thought I had reached the pinnacle of self discovery. I thought I had completed myself. But in the end, relying on other people to help build yourself is never a viable way to do things. It's only recently that I've started to become comfortable with the idea of being enough, as I am, on my own. Several years ago, in this same position, I would have searched for another person to attach my identity onto,

Because You Asked... {and Day 20}

Introducing My Guitar {Day 19: A Talent}

I'm Alive Again {Day 18}

Aslan {Day 17: An Art Piece}

Say Goodbye & Dental Care {Day 16}

Another Hero (or Heroine...?)

My Heroes {Day 15: People I Admire}

Disneyland {Day 14: A Vacation I'd Like to Take}

My Guilty Pleasure(s) - {Day 13}

{Day 12: A Wedding Song}

Rainy Day {Day 11: A Recent Photo}

Conglomeration {Day 10: A 10-year-old Photo}

Green, Green, & Green {Day 9: A Photo I Took}

I'll be out of my mind... how about now? {Day 8: A Thank You Letter...Or Two}

Me in a Nutshell {Day 7: Five Things I Can't Live Without}

Last Summer {Day 6: A Moment You Wish You Could Relive}

In Christ Alone

He'll Pick You Up {Day 5: A Favorite Quote}

"We Are Robin Hood!" {Day 4: A Favorite Show}

Deeper Magic {Day 3: A Favorite Book}

"Edward. Don't lick Max." {Day 2: A Favorite Movie}

Better Late Than Never {Day 1: A Favorite Song}

The Writing Journey

Bikes, Fear, and Closets