hens kyle

I find it strange how life slips past you without you even realizing that it’s passing. Honestly, I didn't realize it was passing until I sat down and wrote this. I’ve been “I’m eighteen years old” for a few months now and it’s just now hit me. I’ve been living life for EIGHTEEN years. I’ve been on earth for EIGHTEEN years. My mom has been a mother for EIGHTEEN years. That absolutely blows my mind. It also makes me realize how bad I want... no, NEED, change. It's time to move on and live my life for me. not for others, but it’s time to be a teensy tiny bit selfish and live for me. 

Fog is a pain. When you’re physically driving through it or mentally. It’s a pain all around, any way you face it or put it. No offense to fog, it can beautiful in its own regard and add an element to nature that only fog can. But it will always be a pain in the ass to drive in. I’m in a fog. I’ve come to accept, or rather create, this idea of fog for the brain. Okay, no, I’m not the one who created, but I’ve come to accept it into my life. Let me tell you about this idea. As you know, fog passes without you even realizing it. You go outside at 6 am, so much fog, then again at 9 am, no fog, not even a trace. So, I’ve decided that I’ll treat my moments of sadness, happiness, and everything in between like a fog that can pass without you even realizing. So savor the moment or understand that it’ll be over before you know it. Because, in the end, it is just a fog.

I need to be creative. I need to have some sort of place to be creative, fresh, inspired, etc. While that all sounds great, is it practical? I’ve always wanted to be an artist, or a singer, or a million other non-practical things. I mean honestly, it runs in my blood to be practical, but I don’t want to be. I want to be new, creative, fresh, and inspiring all on my own, but how? 

That’s where I’m stumped. I have a metaphorical writer's block on life. 

Well, I still don’t have any idea of what I want to do for my life, but life is going pretty well either way. I applied for the colleges I liked and I hope all of that goes well. Wish me luck. 

I wish I could just know what I’m meant to do. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my days. I just wish there was a “hints” button that I could press like in those solitaire games on your phone. 

Let’s kick this off with something I love. Travel. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world. I’m constantly wanting to see/experience something new. Strangely enough I’ve been in the same town for eighteen years... yep... my whole life. Not my choice, I know, but still. I mean my dad has been here since he was ten years old. along with my mom. I feel like they should be bored of this same place by now. I want to leave so bad and live in New York City or London or Costa Rica or somewhere new, somewhere ever changing. I find comfort in change, new experience, and living the adventure of a lifetime. Anywho, I love to travel, to leave the ordinary, to experience something new. That’s all I really know right now. 

Hello. My name is Hens Kyle. I’m an eighteen year old girl from South Carolina. I’m currently listening to Bumpin’ Uglies (you should check them out) having a slight emotional breakdown over the fact I don't have anything I’m passionate about... I know... sad. 

While I say I’m not passionate, I mean there’s nothing I can think of that I love enough to make a job out of it, so I thought why not trying blogging. See if it sticks. So here we go.