The joy of holding a pencil in your hand.
The possibility is endless. You could be the world’s worst artist or the least articulate human on the face of the planet – but when you hold that thin, seemingly simple utensil in your grip…
The agony of a paper cut.
Is there anything more painful? Ok, yes, an argument can be made for other things. But one of the most hurtful elements of the cut is the betrayal. Whether the perpetrator be a page in a book that led you into a wonderful new world or the page of a book you are diligently drudging through or the piece of paper you were pouring your heart onto – the invisible slices sting the worst.
The words in between.
As a 20-something woman, my life is a constant tug-of-war between the pencils and the paper cuts – and I know I’m not alone. I’m on a journey to live with purpose, avoid the traps of my perfectionism, thrive in my career, nurture friendships, value my family, be pursued by the right man, and more – all while fighting through the world’s temptations to put my identity in anything other than Christ.
My posts won’t always be relevant to the masses. In fact, they probably never will. But there is beauty in sharing the every day. the simple. the words in between.
If any of my posts strikes a chord with you, I would love to hear about it ~ firstname.lastname@example.org.