I’m lying in bed, playing on Polyvore (because I suddenly have a deep obsession with Oxford shoes), and trying to think of a cool blog post to round out my 26th year. Actually, in retrospect, I should’ve started that a few weeks ago, but that’s not how I roll. . .evidently. And my shirt is inside out. The struggle is real with this one. I’m pretty sure that’s in the extended version of Star Wars.
26 was a great year. My first full year out of school. I have a real job. A real apartment. Real friends. A real life. I had real conversations that were in no way fun but in every way helpful and edifying and made me a better person. I learned a little, and loved a lot.
I’m grateful for the experiences I’ve had and am excited for what’s to come.
So, let’s roll up our sleeves and do stuff.
The Messy Faithful 