Spilling

It’s been quite a long time since I’ve shared myself, but lately I’ve been wanting to do that more. I miss transparency and comraderie over realizing I’m not the only one that feels that.

So, here I am.

My name is Makenzie, but people close to me call me Kenz - so you can call me that too. Let’s skip all that messy getting close stuff and just be there in the middle of it with each other.

I’m 21 and a half cause the half matters but I simultaneously feel like I’m far older and still a child, if that’s even possible.

I like to write because I’m terrible at talking out loud. My own voice sometimes freaks me out because it doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. I don’t know how to use it, so I write instead. Yet despite all of that, I really like talking to people one on one over coffee and am a huge oversharer.

I hate cooking but I love to eat, and I’m terrible at making decisions because I don’t like the idea of all of my doors not being open anymore. I thrive off of opportunity, even ones I never intend on taking. Yet, I really like the idea of settling down.

I don’t know how to be alone, but I love doing things by myself. I love Jesus, but sometimes I don’t understand Him and maybe I never will. I love a lot of things I don’t understand, and I don’t love things that are easy to love.

I’ve learned I’m okay being paradoxical. I don’t understand myself, but I love a lot of things I don’t understand. I’m learning to let that include me.

I enjoy good coffee, craft beer, reading poetry on my porch, the feeling of discovering new music you’ve never heard before and suddenly love, leading worship, disposable cameras, traveling to new cities, exotic food, and going dancing.