Kaleidoscope Heart

Blog. I remember when I had a huge grudge against them. Maybe it was just the word, how it felt on my mouth. Awkward and unsatisfying. I remember thinking a blog was pointless and I remember never wanting one. Well look at me now. My very first blog post. You may be wondering what changed. Well I am wondering that too. All I know is that one day I stumbled upon a blog while searching random things on Google and something clicked. I was so intrigued by the thought of getting glimpses into the lives of others. I have always valued my friendships with those in my life and love learning more about others so this was my chance. I became almost obsessed and I would read blogs of my friends and sometimes random people while I had breaks during work or class. I think it was the freedom that interested me the most. The freedom of speech. Oh, and the styles of writing. A blog is a place where people can be who they want to be and express themselves creatively. Now, I am all for that! So here I am. This is colorful me.

I have been working on this blog for quite some time now. If you are reading this you probably know me well and you probably know that I am a perfectionist. So I wanted everything to be perfect, starting with the name. The name itself took me three days at least and I still don’t know if I am very impressed (but it will have to do). I wanted the name to reflect who I am and what I want to do with this blog. Yeah, try pinning a name on that!! I almost named it “Peace, __(insert word I never thought of)___, & Possibilities” but as you can see I couldn’t find that perfect third word. I knew that people know me for being a peace-loving person who wears peace signs probably more than I should, so I figured that was appropriate. And Possibilities just seemed like a cool idea since I want the possibilities of this blog to be endless. There are so many things I can do, so many things to say! However, when I was thinking about what sticks out about me to others the word “colorful” popped into my head. Except it wasn’t some subtle idea, it was like a screaming siren, a flashing sign (in rainbow colored font of course) or like a Howler, for you Harry Potter fans.

I can justify how the word colorful describes me in many ways and I feel like it is necessary to do just that. Let me start with the most obvious: appearance. Ever since I crawled out of my shy elementary girl shell I have been known for having a wardrobe of many colors. And I am serious about this. My closet looks like a rainbow. For a while I was even dorky enough to organize it in rainbow order. Just for fun. And I always subconsciously matched the color of my socks to the color of my shirt. Yes, subconsciously. I never noticed I did it until a very observant close friend of mine noticed that I did it every day. Well, what do you know! I thought that was awesome and continued doing so. If you were to catch a glimpse of my feet now, you would notice that my socks are never white and they never match. Always mismatching neon, sometimes argyle, stars, or polka dots. And my shoes.. I can’t forget about my shoes. I have a tradition of buying the most fun, crazy and colorful pair of shoes at Journey’s . I will post a picture of some in a post soon so you can fully understand what I mean. I can frequently be seen running the sidewalks of Duluth in the most obnoxiously bright yellow shirt that matches the swish of my Nike free trainers. I bet you get the point by now. I love color.

But being “colorful” means more to me than just choosing to buy colorful things. Life is not about possessions, it is not about appearance. It is about the colors God used when He painted me into existence. It is about The Colors Within. I know that I have been blessed with a personality of many shades. A personality that brings joy to others, joy to Jesus. I am going to paint this blog with my colors, so I hope you are fond of rainbows.

With Peace &Love,

Stephanie

All the colors of the rainbow
Hidden 'neath my skin

Hearts have colors
Don't we all know?
Red runs through our veins

Feel the fire burning up
Inspire me with blood of blue and green

I have hope
Inside is not a heart
But a kaleidoscope
        -Kaleidoscope Heart