As an Aquarian, I get along best with Ares. As an INTJ, I have one of the rarest types of personalities, given to great willpower and creativity. When I grow up, being employed as a florist would best suit my skills and behaviors.

Supposedly.

In my younger years, I clung to these serious and assured revelations. Personality tests and proclamations were greedily snatched up, scrutinized, and carefully filed away. I mean, didn’t we all want to know what our sleeping style indicated about our future mates and what our Halloween costume said about our deep, secret souls? It’s part of growing up–forming and understanding our identity.

However, my problem: I’m a little bit of everything and then some. And up until now, “problem” is an apt noun for how I’ve felt about my certain set of labels. At times I feel compelled to lead, other times I’m most content quietly following at the back of the pack. My business is fairly organized, while my closet is in a perpetual state of disarray. And while I no longer care what color my aura is as a 28yo, I’m still guilty of grasping for those key words–

Compassionate.
Creative.
Superfuckingawesomeyouvegotyour – shittogethercongratulations.

My real problem is that it’s kept me from dishing up the full spectrum of my personality, attempting to tailor my labels to my audience. But you know what? Maybe I can be the kind o’ gal that lives in a van AND a respectable girlboss. Eh, eh? Perhaps these things need not be seen as mutually exclusive adventures. None of my titles and traits invalidate the rest. Maybe it’s actually an asset that I always struggle to “describe yourself in 3 words,” feeling like I’m always groping blindly, trying to grasp a YES, ALWAYS trait. My full range of characteristics need not be contradictions. (Ka-boom.)

So:

Here’s to embracing and embodying all I am, all I feel, and all I want to be.

Cheers!

-K

^ Back at Morning Magpie — my favorite coffee shop in Dunedin

^ Aha! I’ve finally managed a through-the-coffee-shop-window shot that I like!

^ Rainy days with swing bridges + city views.

^ Old photos that were accidentally buried from our Valentine’s picnic by the lake. I spent my day reading. Eric spent his carrying rocks, erecting a pathway from our van to the water. Romaaaance!