Beautiful and Terrible Things

I’ve always thought that every piece of writing had to be a work of art, beautiful and inspiring. If I was going to write something, it had to be perfect, every time. Even journaling had to be organized and neat. I bought journals of all shapes and sizes over the course of my young life. I was determined to journal every thought, every aspect of my day to day.

One journal was for my dreams, one was for bitching, one was for school, one was for athletics, one was for boys, etc. I never finished one of them. Why? Well because life isn’t categorized like that. Oh, I still try to put my life into neat little boxes. I even tie pretty bows on them. But it’s absolutely ridiculous.

Life is messy and fluid. All of our thoughts, actions, dreams, passions, heartaches, hardships, and triumphs weave together into the beautiful and terrible things that make up our lives. We can’t separate our family life from our work life, or our religion from our friends, or even our desires from our every day menial tasks. Everything is personal.

I'm stubborn, passionate and extremely screwed up. I won't pretend that I have it altogether. But I'm going to keep writing no matter how I feel or what state my life is in. I hope you're ready to get your hands dirty.