were with me today, you had to have been. You watched over me, as you always did, and for that I thank you. This post is neither carefully crafted nor does it make sense I am sure, however I simply don't care about that currently. I just needed to tell you - I love you. I love you. I love you.
Hopelessly wandering; Never lost.
the life and heart of a young wanderer.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Letter to You. October 28, 2015
were with me today, you had to have been. You watched over me, as you always did, and for that I thank you. This post is neither carefully crafted nor does it make sense I am sure, however I simply don't care about that currently. I just needed to tell you - I love you. I love you. I love you.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Good vibes and ice cream.
Hi, my name is Kenzi, and I hate college. Really though. This post is just a slight rant, because at this point I'm feeling EXTREMELY stressed and I just need to vent. You might want to read it from a safe place. Ready? Mmk.
Part 1: Spring Broke.
Spring break is the holy grail of breaks when you are in college. Seriously. (Some might say summer break, but I take classes year around so...it doesn't count.) The weather is lovely, and it comes at the point in the semester when I'm ready to give up most. HOWEVER. This spring break was broken. It rained. A lot. Bummer. But it didn't matter, because in college, you get homework over break. Now at first it wasn't so bad. I simply had to finish a drawing assignment I was already 70% done with. No biggie. But then, oh but then. Thursday before spring break started I had to turn in a film photography project. Now, for those who don't know, processing and printing film is ... Well. Not fun. It takes FOR. EV. ER. SO...I take my 4 rolls of film, (the project is to capture motion blur) and process it, and begin trying to print my required 6 photos. Oh look! Every last one of these photos is out of focus. I did not have a tripod. My project is ruined. I spend hours trying to work this out, only to end up on a puddle of tears and frustration. My prof kindly gives me a tripod (too little, too late) and says I can retry over spring break (grade deduction). Boom. More homework.
On top of this homework, something else that a broke college student does on spring break is work. And work. And work. Apparently. Or maybe that's just the lot I was given. Generally I serve Friday night's, and a double on Saturdays and that's it (to ensure time for homework). On my spring break I worked Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and a double on Saturday. (Too all of you who work 9-5 everyday, or full time, or whatever, shh. I know my schedule isn't that bad, but I'm ranting remember?) So now my break is basically full of homework and work work. I am exhausted. I am stressed. I am bored. Wait, what? Spring break is over?! But...but...nooooo! *dramatic fist shaking* but alas. I digress...sort of...
Part 2: Reality returns.
Fast forward. Today, the Monday after spring break. The worst Monday of all. I return to class thinking, "only 5 more weeks. I've got this. ". I try to ignore my stress level. Class 1 of the day: Spanish. EspaƱol esta no malo. Except, my lovely professor decided to remind me of the large amount of work I have to do in the next two weeks. Thanks for that. Class 2: Cognitive psych. Now, I love psych. I do. I'm generally good at it. This class, not so much. It's interesting. It makes sense in class. Hand me a test? Bam, D+...so obviously I'm already stressing out here. After that, I'm done for the day. I go home, try to be productive, and make my appointment to register for summer and fall classes. 1 class in May. 2 classes in June. July off. 16 hours in the fall. That's fun. Its not like I already want to drop out or anything, so I might as well pile it on right? I mean, why on earth would I let myself have a break? I'm superwoman. Except not. I'm freaking out. I want to stop going to college every single day. Seriously. But...moving on. At 5, I return to the darkroom to redo that photo project I mentioned before. Now if you've made it this far without feeling my stress, please pause to pop some popcorn, because we are about to start eating our feelings here. I spend a few hours printing when I started getting frustrated. My photos look exactly the same as the first set. Overexposed and blurry as crap. Why. Why. Why. I know I did it the way she said. Why can't I get this right? Suddenly I'm overwhelmed. Cue the anger, the hair pulling, and yes the waterworks. Also, mix in some embarrassment because I'm a 20 year old girl crying because she can't get her homework correct in front of another 20 year old girl who is have absolutely no problems. My project is due TOMORROW and is still not done. Guess who is getting a 0?
My point?
I'm stressed. I'm exhausted. (If you know me at all, you know that I don't sleep well anyway). I'm eating my feelings, which leads to guilt, which leads to an internal battle with myself over my appearance. Then my Brain decides to add, "Not only are you stressed and fat, but you're also lazy, you're face is broken out, and you suck at everything." Thanks brain. So basically, my life right now is me arguing with myself over school and weight. I feel as if I have no time for homework for 5 classes, no time for work work, and no time to take care of myself, much less time to spend with friends/family. I'm exhausted, and have no motivation to work out or study or even get out of bed most days. I am in a rut. Seriously. Added bonus: go ahead and ask me what I plan to do with my degree. Or maybe ask if I'm going to grad school. If you do though, bring a tissue and pint of ice cream because the answer is a big fat I DON'T KNOW, followed by a side of tears, some binge eating, and some guilt.
I guess there isn't actually a point to this post. It's just word vomit. I feel slightly better I suppose, and if you actually read this entirely, kudos to youdos.
I guess I will make my point this: prayers, good vibes, good luck charms, time machines, ice cream, French fries, videos of cute animals, motivational stickers, and pity appreciated.
Thank you. I'll be here all week. End rant.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
The art of loss.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Carpe diem.
The wonder of wander.
I fell in love
with the sun on my face
and the wind in my hair,
with the unknown path at my feet,
and the adventure of losing myself
to find it again.
I fell in love
with the very wonder of wander,
and I am never looking back.
When I was about 14, I fell in love with the idea of travel. Why? Who knows really, considering that at the time I had never been anywhere other than Branson, MO on family vacation. Regardless, I longed to wander, and that sense of adventure has never ceased. My very soul yearns to run, to explore, and to live a life of adventure. I long to take a plane to a foreign land, to drive from coast to coast, to backpack across Europe, and to find myself in places that I have never been. Maybe it sounds crazy, I mean, after all, one person cannot really do all those things, right? Wrong. One person, if they really want, can do any things they can imagine, and I plan to do as many things as possible.
My love for wandering culminated about a year ago with my first flight, and my first overseas trip. As I boarded the plane from Houston International to Lima, Peru, I had goosebumps. I was preparing myself to serve God and the people in Trujillo, and at the same time I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. I was actually boarding a plane. I was actually going to a different country. The feeling was amazing, and to this day, still occasionally unbelievable. I've been to South America? Oh, yeah! I have!
This small adventure (more like 5,000 mile away adventure) sparked within me an even stronger thirst to explore. The thought never leaves my mind, and the dreams never die. However, I find myself struggling, desperate for the funds and the chance to escape into the world, the chance to explore. I will do it, that part is certain, but the 'when' of things eats at me constantly.
So maybe I am just a dreamer to society, a modern day Peter Pan if you will - but even Peter Pan reaches Neverland.
Fearless, free.
yearns to go,
to run,
fearless and free --
Searching for life
and for dreams
that make up me --
Attempt not to follow,
For I know not where I will be --
Nothing more than fearless,
nothing more than free.