Bodacious Twizzlers

Hey there, bloggers. Hope you are having a fabulous Sunday today. If not, let's make it fabulous. because you look AMAZING today. Not kidding.

I'm sitting here with a two-pound bag of twizzlers (hence the blog title) trying NOT to look at them and trying NOT to eat them and trying NOT to think about them (finals, guys) and trying to study for my finals. Ew.

This weekend has felt like a hundred years, but in the best way possible. I feel like I breathe in, and each breath is a different life, a different moment in time.

I don't know if that made any sense, but it's sort of like this: each person I'm with, each place I've been, each call I make, each word I write, is a different life that makes up me, or maybe doesn't make up me. It's different piece that makes me whole, but each piece is so different, that it feels like a hundred lives. And each piece is important to me.

Breathe in
Driving down a back road I've never been on, watching the car's shadow race us against the hill.

Breathe out
Curling up on a picnic table while the sun sets, ignoring everyone else around us.

Breathe in
Riding in an open jeep, wind whipping my hair as sun floods in and turns everything orange.

Breathe out
Driving to Target from church at 7:30 at night with someone who would become my closest friend.

Breathe in
Road-tripping to Nashville and doing yoga in a Parthenon

Breathe out
Driving to Sonic at 11 at night because finals (sorry, it's just an excuse)

Breathe in

And here I am. I know that doesn't make any sense, but it's just something I thought last night (as I breathed in on a back road). I suppose it's because I just get so overwhelmed with how much there is in the world, how beautiful and how big it is. Not everything is beautiful, and not everything is pretty, but it all fits together, and it gives it something. No matter how dark it gets, we still live in a big, wonderful world that was made to be this beautiful puzzle.

I have to remind myself how thankful I am for my puzzle, as confusing as it gets. But Alyssa hit the nail on the head when she called me a puzzle, and for that, I am grateful. It gives me perspective when I feel lost, and so I am grateful for her, too. And so, so many other people.

I am grateful for you, my bodacious twizzlers. Have a great day.