I’ve found the humor in hearing “that happened to YOU?” or “YOU did that?” I laugh to myself when I catch strangers glaring at me, or even when someone swears up and down they know me, but couldn’t be more wrong about my heart. I used to care, I used to wish everyone knew who I “really” was. Now, I’m working to constantly be evolving. I hope the people who “really” know me are those who are asking, spending the time, and making the effort. If they do, great. If they don’t, even better. The point is to be good all on my own.

You see, I’ve made peace with myself when it comes to my life thus far. I’m always going to be misunderstood, maybe that’s not everyone’s problem, but it’s been one of mine for as long as I can remember. No, not some “woe is me” misunderstanding, just a matter-of-fact that I’ve been misjudged for a large portion of my life. What I used to do was mold myself to fit other people’s view of me. I’d act totally different from point A to point B. Now, I could really care less. What you see is what you get and if that’s not good enough, you’re gonna have to talk to my boss and make it a heavenly matter because I don’t have the time.

I’ve wasted more time than I can count on trivial matters. I’ve spent my yesterdays in gossip that did nothing for me today. I’ve spent my energy disliking people I’d never see again. I’ve missed opportunities to tell people that I love them, or that I’m sorry, or that they were wrong about me. I didn’t do something because I was worried what a group of individuals might think of me. I’ve spent more time working towards other people’s dreams than my own. I’ve spent time making other people feel comfortable in a bid to appear more friendly – but dang, it never pays off. I learned that if someone likes the idea of me, but not who I am, then I will never be able to meet the criteria they have placed on me. And what’s the point of spending all that time, doing all those things, for other people, only to lie in bed at night and not know myself?

God, though. He’s been transforming me so as long as I’m letting Him. I’m not perfect, why do I feel the need to repeat that all of the time? It’s that unmet criteria of others hanging over me… but, just so we’re on the same page from here on out: I know I’m not perfect. But God. He told me I don’t need to be, actually He told me I never will be. My situations will never be perfect, my life, my love, my heart, nothing of me or about me will ever be perfect. Yet He’s here and He’s perfect. He told me to stop chasing this destination of perfection where I think my prayers will sound better or my life will look so differently. God told me that He wants to sit in this mud with me. He wants to get up with me and take me with Him. Ever feel like you just want to run away? God says “just take my hand, girl.”

God taught me that my confidence will always be perceived wrongly. It will always threaten others. And that’s okay, because my confidence isn’t for you – it’s for me. It’s for my family. It’s for my future. God taught me that I could have $20 in my bank account, yet I don’t need to live a lowly life. He takes me to higher places and I don’t think I’m comin’ down, y’all!

Wanna know what’s even better than having confidence? Knowing that I deserve it. You do, too.

My past is NOT pretty, but it doesn’t have to be and it never will be. I’ve gone through traumatic events; ones where the line between wondering am I “guilty” or “innocent” are blurry. I’ve felt the need to explain my way out of these events. Explaining my way out only discredits my emotions, my experiences, and the ability to own my hurt. My hurt needs ownership in order for me to truly heal.

I owned up. I cleared up the lines between innocent and guilty. I made peace. I was tired of living a sad life, so I stopped. I was tired of living life with my feelings hurt all of the time, so I started to speak up. I was tired of doing the exact same thing with the exact same results. I wanted change, I wanted confidence – so I went out and found it. You know where I found it? In myself.

It’s not my parent’s fault any longer, I’m 26, baby! Time to unlearn. Time to teach myself. Time to stop saying “I wish,” and start saying “I will.” Time to grow up.

You know how kids go through that stage of constantly asking “why?” What about this – when did we as adults stop asking why?

In facing myself and answering my own “why” I rediscovered an independence within myself that has been so healthy to get back. Too often did I allow other people’s opinions to impart my decisions or allow other people’s solutions to become my savior. I know again how strong I am. I remembered how far I’ve come. I see how special I can be. I was so focused on being a pure wife that I forgot God recognizes me as a woman, as Keryn. “Wife” says nothing about me other than my marital status. Let’s stop hiding who we are behind titles and start asking ourselves “why?”

When I got married to Chris, I closed myself off to even the idea of considering to love another man. That’s the whole point of marriage, right? It was necessary to do when I was 21-years-old without the wisdom I have today. But as I got older and had these huge life experiences, yet continued to live close-minded, it put me in a robotic state of “going through the motions.” I relinquished my ability to choose Chris by making him my only option and I forgot why I was married in the first place.

You know, the more that I look into who Chris and I are as individuals, the more I see God has endless amounts of men and women for us to love.

We can surround ourselves with the same people every day and still never truly be seen, we can preach every Sunday and never truly be heard. I don’t want to live that life.

I want to love Chris like I could lose him. Better yet, I want to pursue him so that I don’t. He is his own person and actually, he’s sexier when I see him as that. You know what I mean… when your spouse goes into the grocery store and on their way out, you don’t immediately recognize them and catch yourself  “oh, who’s that?” Yeah – see your spouse like that every day. Imagine all the thoughts that go through your mind daily that you don’t tell anyone about. Not necessarily because they’re bad, maybe just because they’re completely pointless. Imagine all the thoughts your spouse has that you probably haven’t asked about in years.

“Well, he’s always been that way.”

Yeah, but what if he’s always wanted to change?

We don’t “have it in the bag,” even when a piece of paper says we do. It can all come crashing down. My resume is worthless if my work ethic sucks.

If you’ve felt stuck in life, start within yourself. Redefine every single thing that doesn’t make your heart flutter. Redefine until it all makes sense. Unlearn, and relearn until you can answer every single “why” not only to yourself – but to anyone who asks. Repeat it again and again until you have your confidence back.

Then, share it with the world.

What I’ve Learned

Lewis will be 10-months-old in just five days! The number one comment I’ve heard from seasoned parents is “time flies” and I concur that not only does time fly, but this is one of the only truths that you’re going to hear repeatedly once you have a kid. Everything else is more unique to your child/circumstances, but time passing by so quickly… that pertains to everyone! With Lewie’s first birthday around the corner, I wanted to share the most important “truths” I’ve personally learned thus far.

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The Dance

My destiny. She’s so close, I physically feel the comfort and security that she provides with only her presence. I feel it as the breeze picks up my long hair and moves it from one shoulder to the other. As I close my eyes and let my heart beat, only reveling in my existence for a moment, I feel her telling me “I’m right beside of you.”

When I open my eyes, doubt meets me and there he stands with his hand reached out.

“May I have this dance?”

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When Negativity Becomes as Mindless as Netflix

Have you ever felt in control of a scenario, but quickly realize you have little to no control of what is actually happening? Continue reading “When Negativity Becomes as Mindless as Netflix”