Life is Like a Case of Lupus. (You never know what you’re gonna get…)
You can’t hold unawareness against someone.
I used to get frustrated about it.
Kate + Jess = Kayjez
It’s pronounced like “cages.” There are so many things I could say about these two, that I don’t even know where to begin. But I promise that if you are in the same room with both of them at the same time, you’ll probably get a decent abs workout just by laughing at all the ridiculous things that come out of their mouths.
All Those Empty Promises.
He told me he would, and then he didn’t.
He told me he’d meet me for coffee at 6pm at the coffee shop down the street. I waited for ten minutes past, allowed him the benefit of the doubt, then gave him an extra twenty because maybe, traffic. But he never showed up. No call, no text, no apology for standing me up and putting the friendship on hold.
He told me he couldn’t wait to come to town and see me. That we’d hang out on Monday after his meeting. I was nothing but excited because we planned to spend the night merrily eating and adventuring and catching up like friends usually do. Monday came around. 3pm, no sound. 4pm, still no sound. 8pm rolled around, and still, no sound.
He told me he wanted to take me on a little journey to the secret spot on top of this hill, the place where he goes to think and rest his soul. We planned to watch a silly chick flick, grab some Yogurtland froyo like we normally do, then head to a location apparently only he knew. An hour before when I was on my way to meet him, I got a message via text saying he forgot he promised to be with his mother at home that evening. Maybe he did, but I later found out that he had spent the rest of the night with another girl at Disneyland where he proceeded to fake propose.
Zach Rudulph: Bassist, Music Director
I get to meet a lot of humans in this life. But once in awhile, I have the privilege of meeting phenomenal ones who, like myself, believe that good things come from teamwork.
Meleesa the Salon
Meleesa the Salon is a sustainable cruelty-free salon located in Huntington Beach, California. AKA. Surf City, USA. Meleesa (the owner) and Tara are the most welcoming people and it was such a pleasure being able to work with their team.
Wild Child, Flower Child
Bethany and Lily are BFFs and some of the sassiest, most fashionable, and musically talented girls you will meet.
Jumping Into Open Seas.
Gut told me I would be writing about this long before I even sat my butt down in front of the screen and my fingers began typing away on the keyboard. And by gut, I really mean God, because God is in the business of doing things like that. He nudges and inspires you to share certain lessons and happenings in your life. And as a human with a whole lot of resistance and insecurities and hesitancy, and still learning a ton about vulnerability, you’re like nooooppppeeeee no thank you. But you end up doing it anyway because that’s what you should have done in the first place. Jokes on me I guess, so here we go.
Parkland: Hidden Within
Parkland is one of my most favorite brands to shoot for, not only because they have great backpacks, but also because they have an amazing team to work with.
Hopeful Pop, Hopeful Andrea
Andrea Hamilton is a singer/songwriter, worship leader, producer, all things awesome, and one of my nearest and dearest friends. I’ve known her for a long time, and let’s just say that we have been through our fair share of life together.
This is the year.
If you sent me a message last night, and my head seemed like it wasn’t in the right space… it wasn’t. And, this might be of help to explain some things.
Honest moment: I’m notorious for spending the night before my birthday an emotional wreck.
Every year, the night before my birthday, I snap into some sort of life crisis mode. It’s kind of like the quarter century crisis trying to figure out exactly what I’m doing with my life, even though I might not actually be trying to figure it out. But it’s like this overwhelming anxiety that I get, feeling like I might not be doing life the right way or I’m falling behind for some reason (which, by the way, I know are all lies). It would happen in junior high, and high school, and college, and post-college. And, I wish I could say that since then, those sensations have completely disappeared but then I’d be a terrible liar.
