Inside the journal of a Christian teen

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A fresh start

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Words I wish I had written

“I bought plum blossoms more for the name than for the color; I buy lipstick that way, too. In other words, if it sounds like a poem, I’ll take it.” ~ Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled”   “I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being […]

Hidden between the lines of ink

Some fiction… I found some of your old notebooks and sketchbooks in the dumpster. They were filled, page after page with drawings and words. I kept them. On rainy days I’ll take them out of my desk drawer, and flip through them. I’ll run my […]

Never give up

Etched into the red leather on the cover of my current journal my parents gave me for Christmas last year, are the words: Never Give Up! For the past six months of 2018, whenever I came to my journal to pour out my heart to, […]

Learning to wait

I am an impatient person. Maybe that’s why I can hardly go a year without cutting my hair. Maybe that’s why almost everyone of my blog posts isn’t more than half a page long. Maybe that’s why I spill almost everything I touch. Whatever it […]

HOME

Just some fiction-   Enough about me, he said. What do you see?  I closed my hazel eyes, and thought. But you must open your eyes to see. My eyelids fluttered open, and I grinned. To me, I began, I see tangled sheets and sleepy yawns. I see tousled hair and […]

Two things

i. My journal. I open the scratched, dusty cover, and press my nose to the worn, musty pages. I inhale once, twice, three times, and I close my eyes as I take in the familiar smell. It smells sweet, like the flowers I pressed between […]

Adomania

I can hear it. Before I fall asleep every night, when I wake up every morning, I can hear my clock ticking. Sometimes’s it’s soothing. It’s reassuring that I’m still here. I’m still breathing. But other times, I wish I could snatch every clock around […]

A thankful prayer

Wow, God. You really outdid yourself. You blessed me with a unique, goofy, beautiful family. A family that loves me when I am the hardest to love, and serves me when I don’t deserve to be served. A family that accepts me when no one […]

Original

 Playing a part is easy. But being yourself-that’s a challenge.  ~unknown How true. How true it is that we often play a part that is not our own. That we fake it and fake it and fake it until we’re almost so lost that we […]


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 Playing a part is easy. But being yourself-that’s a challenge. 

~unknown

How true. How true it is that we often play a part that is not our own. That we fake it and fake it and fake it until we’re almost so lost that we forget who we are. Who we really, truly are. I know it, because I see it. I see it almost every day. People who aren’t people. They’re actors. They act because they’re afraid that who they are isn’t good enough. Pretty enough. Cool enough. But to be honest, I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of fake. Why can’t we just be ourselves, our real, genuine selves? I wish we could all just do what we like to do, strip our personalities raw, and not care one single bit. I wish we could announce; declare our differences proudly, instead of hide them in excuses, or shove them in an act. Because there’s no need to cover up who we are. There’s no need to be someone else when we are ourselves. The unique, different people God made us to be. So yes, world. I’m different. But you know what? That’s okay. That’s good. That’s amazing. I love to write inspiring poems Sunshine is my favorite, and I love to watch musicals. (See La La Land)  I like to smell leather journals, and hammock in the sunshine. I love tea, (cinnamon especially), and I’m appreciative of cheesy puns. I am a child of God. This is me. This is the person God made me to be. I’m imperfect. I’m awkward. I have messy handwriting. And I’m not ashamed of me.

What do you think? What makes you different and original?