At 27 years old, you come to really get a good sense of who you are, and it's the full embrace of it that makes it all the sweeter. This year, I've come to accept the paradoxes of my personality — the contradictions of my openness, sensitivity, insensitivity, preferences for depth as well as my very real struggle to let people into my life (as absurd and outright untrue as that might sound). It's okay, I've also surrendered the need for people to understand me and could care less, much less, than before. Contradictions aside, I've also learned that I am quite simple...that I love fun in the form of food, aesthetics and good vibes or...a really good conversation. When those things catch my attention, all the complexities unravel quite easily.
NYE was thrilling in the sense that it marked the end of one chapter and the start of a new one. I wrapped up a job which gloriously ushered me in the middle of a big fat transition where I currently stand. The rest of the evening was well spent with friends followed by an epic praise countdown at New Philadelphia Church. WHOO. In the new year, I feel as though the hold up for some major things have lifted and I am being called forth to run. I sense a lot of big changes, and while fog that lies ahead is only slightly intimidating, there is perfect peace. Zachariah 9:12 says "Return to your stronghold, O prisoners of hope; today I declare that I will restore to you double." Dear prisoners of hope, we're going all in for 2016. I want to go on tour. Shrug. Just watch.
