Thursday, April 17, 2014

the past few months

Since I got back from Chad, a lot has changed. And I thought the change was only in Chad!

Besides three of my siblings going to public school (it's actually been really good for them), I decided to go to a vocational or technical school in January. I'm in the nursing program. The class is really helpful and I'm learning a lot, although I'm now sure that I don't want to be a nurse. I just don't get excited about it. Today we looked at pictures of punctured and amputated body parts and I was like, "Yeahhh. I don't wanna be a nurse." But everything I've learned is good, useful stuff that I can use later on in life -- even if I don't go into the medical field.

So those classes take up a bunch of my time. Anybody wanna do medical terminology with me?

Oh, and I got almost a foot of my hair cut off.

Okay, that's a terrible picture. (Look at my hair sticking up hahaha.)

Obviously I'm not a good selfie picture taker. But you can see my hair. See?

I have a car! Or a truck, as my mom says. My dad calls it a jeep, but he's a honda passport and I love him. Yes, he's a guy and he doesn't have a name. Anybody have any good car names? Or guitar ones? I thought about Elliot for my guitar, but I want to name a character in one of my books that.

Here's the guitar. I don't know much more than the E-minor chord, actually. And don't even ask what my friend Johnathan is doing . . .

I'm officially a barista now, too. I work at a local coffee shop & cafe. We try to keep super healthy food out there and I get to cook it sometimes. It's fun.

Someone likes to photobomb all my pictures. Thanks, Levi.

So now you know why I rarely post and why I'm so depressed all the time. Jk. But nursing is depressing sometimes. I mean, people are always getting hurt and stuff.

And now I shall end my super, non-professional, rambling post.

Monday, April 7, 2014


Sometimes I get scared to create things. I get scared that what I make won't be good or that someone won't like it. I get scared that I'll mess something up. I get scared that what I create won't be as beautiful as what someone else has created.

I get so tangled up in these fears that sometimes I don't create anything. I don't want to write that chapter, or draw that idea, or take that picture, or try to play that song. Besides, someone else will do something better. Some else will create something that people will like better than what I made.

And then it hits me in the face. Art is not about how others judge it or how much better it is than someone else's. Art is not about never messing up. We're going to trip and stumble.

Art is about doing what makes your soul free and your steps light. Art is about sighing with satisfaction when you finish something you love -- or trying again when you're not quite happy with it. Art is about making something that is original and maybe different. Maybe people won't like it at first or maybe they won't like it at all.

We artists need to do what we love. The rest will follow. And maybe, just maybe, by creating something with our own hands, we'll reflect the Artist and Creator of all.

ps: I miss my Chadian people ;)

Friday, April 4, 2014


My little sis is a joyful soul. I always want to take portraits that will reflect that person's heart, and though a lotta times those pictures can be serious, they aren't with my sis. She brings laughter into every room with her bubbly, confident self.

I like many things about Anna, but one of my favorite things about herself is that she's fearless. She's not afraid to try new things and always has a willing hand (or two) to help. She seems much older than her fourteen years to some people -- and that's probably because she helps. Some people don't get to see her fun, goofy side though, like I do.

So one night when the fam was away, Anna put on some of her cute clothes and we took pictures of her adorable self in the backyard.

"I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing." AUDREY HEPBURN

ps: and that's her looking like an anthropologie model . . .