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coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips: new blog title

I’ve been meaning to do it for a while. Since I first started this blog almost 4 years ago, actually. I was never particularly fond of the original title I chose, but lacking in creative thoughts and not wanting to confuse my writing teacher and classmates by a name-change, I keep it the same. Since then, I simply haven’t bothered because I haven’t cared enough to do anything about it, and again, I hadn’t a clue what I wanted to call my blog.

HOWEVER. Here I am, finally changing it, because I just sat down and said, “screw it. enough with 3 years of procrastinating. here’s my new blog title.”

Whew. That was easy.

Anyway, the new name is a reference to a quote from Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of To Write Love On Her Arms:


It reads, “You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things.”

This quote helped me hold onto life during a very dark period for me, primarily the first half of 2014. At that time I don’t think I even fully absorbed the essence of Jamie’s words, but it gave me something to cling to and find hope in nonetheless.

In addition to the connection it has for me in the past, I feel it also speaks to my future. Who and what I want to be going forward. My life’s mission statement, you could say.

There are very few things I am sure of in this life: I’m not sure who I’ll marry or if I’ll marry at all; not sure what university I want to transfer to; not sure where I’m going to live; not sure what career I’ll have; and even though I’ve already started college, I’m not even sure what to major in.

These things are supposed to determine the essence of one’s life, and I don’t have a fucking clue where I’m going with any of it. But a few months ago, a friend took the usual “so what are you doing with your life” q’s, and rephrased it.

He said, “what’s something you’re good at? or at least, what’s something you hope you’re good at? not necessarily in school, but just in life.”

Since he had decided to put away the cookie-cutter questions, I decided to put away the corresponding answers, and instead allowed myself to say the first thing that came to mind.

I said, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m good at, but I hope I’m good at helping people. or that I will be, someday.”

I paused. Then continued with realization, “that’s what I want to do with my life. I don’t know how, but I want to help people. give them hope, I guess. love them… let them know that God loves them too.”

And that’s one of the few things which I’m sure of in this life. Introverted as I am, I love people. And I want to devote my life to bettering other’s lives.

God knows how it’ll happen, but I want to be that living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things.

In the meantime, I hope to feed my own soul with countless coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips.

And maybe even write a few blog posts along the way.


Reblog: Sorry Gentlemen, This Homeschooled Girl’s a Feminist

Homeschoolers Anonymous

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HA note: The following is reprinted with permission from Libby Anne’s blog Love Joy Feminism. It was originally published on Patheos on January 29, 2014.

You know those moments where you step back from something and you’re not even sure what you just read? I’m having one of those moments, because I just stumbled upon Louis Markos’ article, “Why Homeschooled Girls Are Feminism’s Worst Nightmare.” Speaking as a homeschooled girl and a feminist, let’s see what Louis has to say, shall we?

I have become famous (or infamous) at my university for my ability to spot immediately a homeschooled girl, at least the kind of homeschooled girl who majors in the Humanities (English, Writing, History, Philosophy, Christianity, Art, Music) or who joins an Honors college devoted to a classical Christian curriculum. What is my method for spotting such literary homeschooled girls? If when I speak to a freshman…

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another year??

this is my SECOND anniversary with WordPress?? I’ve had this blog for 2 years. Weird. And the fact that I’ve hardly posted since my last anniversary makes it feel even weirder.

I mean, in my first anniversary post I thought I’d changed a lot in the 4 months since leaving TPS. And yet, with how much I’ve changed in the year that’s passed since then, I might as well have become a different person. I’ve learned unforgettable life lessons, gone to school for the first time, had some incredible teachers, got new friends, and most notably, I’ve made a hell of a lot of really huge mistakes. Of course, it’s mostly due to those mistakes that I’ve learned what I have, but that doesn’t lessen the pain and trauma.

So here’s to another year. And to screwing up my life a little less.

Every dog has its day… even me

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS. My English teacher acknowledged me as the class expert on Tolkien. My existence is now justified.

Background: A lot of you I’ve already told, but for my friends who don’t know, I’ve been attending a private Christian high school for my senior year. I really (like, really really reallyyy) love it, and I think my teachers are pretty awesome, especially my English teacher. Anyway, in Modern Lit we’re reading The Fellowship of the Ring, and this discussion ensued during class on Monday:

*discussion about the role of humans in LotR*

Girl: Isn’t the wizard Gandalf a man?

Me and a guy: Uh, he’s a wizard!

Mrs. Gorham (teacher): Well, he is a wizard, but I think he’s basically human…

Me: nonononono. NO.

Mrs. Gorham: *laughing* There’s always a Tolkien expert… would you care to enlighten us about the nature of wizards?

Me: *grinning like there’s no tomorrow* *sits up* *clears throat*

Mrs. Gorham: Hush everyone! The expert has the floor *gestures to me dramatically*

Me: *briefly explains how Ilúvatar sent the Istari to Middle-earth*

Mrs. Gorham: Okay, and you got this from the Silmarillion, right?

Me: *nods*

Mrs. Gorham: *tell the rest of the class what the Silmarillion is* …but I’ve never read it, and I only know a couple of people who have.

Me: *literal fistpump*

Guy sitting next to me: *grinning* You’re such a dork.

Me: I know.

And then throughout the rest of the class as she read parts of the book, she would ask me for pronunciation or to explain something… I’ve been waiting for my moment of recognition, and that was it.

As a side note… you have no idea how many times I’ve almost called her Ms. Gaines. They both start with a G, and they’re both awesome English teachers from awesome Christian schools. IT’S SO CONFUSING.