The Struggle of the Inner Person

Hi there! Haven't posted in awhile. Do I really have an excuse? No. You should always make time for what you like, what encompasses you as a person. That's what I'm here to talk about today.

We live in a very fast-paced world, as you are aware. We live either in 5-second bites, or we're constantly in the future. Me personally? I'm always ten steps ahead of myself. I go to school and think about my after-school workout. I workout and think about what I'm going to eat for dinner. While I'm eating dinner I'm thinking about my going-to-bed routine.

Rarely do we choose to be present.

With the prospect of school getting out, I had thought, "I'm so excited for summer! I'll actually have time to do creative things!"

Then summer came.

Summer is not only a time for a break from going to school every day, but it's also a time for self-realization. It's what you end up choosing to do with all of this free time that can really show who you are, or it can show that you're intimidated by who you are.

Many of us, myself included, take summer as a time to binge-watch Netflix. Well, whether it be Netflix, regular TV, the movies, or the internet, many people use their summer vacations to zone out. Hey - relaxation is important, don't get me wrong - but what are we really doing by focusing our everything into external things?

Not only are we choosing to forget our problems, but we're also choosing to forget both what's around us and what's inside of us.

I have fallen prey to this as of late. I don't like to be unproductive because I understand that by doing nothing I don't achieve my potential to do something better, something worth the while.

My brokenness as a human truly settled in once I realized I had lost all motivation to write.

Since I was little, I followed in my mother's footsteps and was an absolute junkie for reading books and making up stories. As I've gotten older, it's become harder and harder for me to pick up a book and finish it, and it's become harder and harder for me to find anything that would spark a story.

When you don't use and maintain something, whether it be a car, a muscle, a friendship/relationship, or a skill, it becomes weak, unusable, and foreign. When you don't choose to connect to who you are as a person, who God created you to be, you become foreign to yourself.

If there's anything I fear the most, and needles (my worst physical fear) do even quiver at this, it's being stuck. Falling into the same pattern of life that everyone else falls into. Living a life of complete routine. Succumbing to closed-mindedness. Losing my light.

Seeing wasted potential, mine or somebody else's, always makes me sad. We were each created to do something important. It truly fills me with absolute sorrow when people forget that they have more than just what's placed in front of them to work with.

This isn't about "living life to the fullest", as many try to fill themselves with. It's not about cramming in a bunch into your life, either. It's also not just about doing "what you want". It's about the daunting question, "Who am I?". It's about living up to what you know you're capable of. It's about being here in the moment, not in the future.

I hadn't written a blog post because I was choosing to engulf my whole self into school. I had forgotten what made me me, and nothing seemed to be satisfying. Honestly, now that I don't have school, I'm a little intimidated to do what I just preached.  What are my goals this summer then? Just what summer is truly all about, having time to reconnect with me.

I'm going to leave you with a Bible verse and a quote:

Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. (Matthew 19:14)

The creative adult is the child who survived.

Think about that. 

Brick Walls to Love

I consider myself a creative person. An out-of-the-box person. A unique person. How you may perceive me may be quite the contrary, as I am fully aware that I tend to stay on the quiet and reclusive side. Nonetheless, I'm a thinker - something I think most that come in contact with me get the vibe of. What upsets a "thinker" more than anything? Feeling as if you can't even reach your own thoughts. This is an elaborate way of saying I have been going through a creativity block - a major creativity block.

It is one thing when you find yourself cycling over and over the same thoughts, but it's another once those same boring thoughts play into your work (school) and life. Personally, things like projects and essays had become difficult for me to do because frankly the ideas were everywhere but my mind. Then it started to bother me.

To be completely honest, I find these creativity blocks to be accompanied by emotional ruts (or really the other way around). When life's got you down, it feels almost impossible to pick up a pencil and write something beyond, "See Sally walk".

And, as you may have (or may not have because it doesn't really matter to you) noticed, there was no blog post last week. Quite frankly, that was a combination of nothing going on and this rut I had been in.

I don't know where it broke. I started waking up each day with a more and more positive attitude despite the trials of the day past, the sun shone, and I felt... motivated. The energy was there, but where to release all that energy was still foreign to me.

So I dabbled in the lighthearted arts. I went on a bike ride with my family. I doodled all over my worksheet for Spanish class. I wrote an opening for what could potentially be a story.

The fog really seemed to clear this past Thursday afternoon riding home on the bus as I was thinking about a project I had to do for my World History class. I had done the project already, but I knew it was terrible (despite how hard I worked on it). Then a great idea for what I should do popped into my head, and the project was due tomorrow. I did, in fact, re-do my project. It was much better, and I was satisfied.

You're probably reading this and thinking, "Why do I care that a fifteen-year-old girl figured out what to do for her history project?".

I'm not saying this to say that I've "figured things out". I haven't. I don't think I ever can. However, I am saying that motivation to do something causes change. Where does this motivation come from? For me, in this case, I think it was the weather. It had been sunny, dry, and the slightest bit warm for awhile. Gone were the cloudy, wet, wintery days that offered no light into any situation. Once the light reigned in, it was as if I could see again.

My creativity drives me. What drives you could be completely different, and that motivation to go for what you're drawn to could be completely different too. To act upon whatever it is that drives you - just do it. I feel instantly better after writing parts of a story I'm working on or even blogging. With that relief I can suddenly work better in school, smile more, and better my surroundings.

So write. Draw. Jog. Run. Sing. Dance. I don't know - do what you love. Don't let the dog days of the world prevent you from doing what you love. The only way to combat negativities in life is love.

Love comes in many different forms. Love changes things. Love is what the world should run on.

Love - just do it.

This took a sappy turn, but we need to be reminded of what our potential can do for the world. I was in a creativity block. I felt as if I couldn't do anything. Imagine if the whole world stayed in their own "creativity blocks"? Nothing good would come of it.

Remember what's important to you. Like I said at the beginning - I consider myself a creative person. School, which more often than not can drain you of creativity, and other things shouldn't get in the way of that. It won't get in the way of that. I started a creative writing club at my school just to implement that you can do what you love despite the circumstances.

To close, I will leave you with two final thoughts. What drives you? What burns within you? Think about. Do something about it. Maybe, just maybe, you'll smile.

Back to Reality

Hello world (or at least a few people in Escambia County)!
For me, and most out there, this was the week when the period of holiday bliss ended and the real world returned with a punch in the face. Specifically, school started back for me Tuesday, but even this shortened four-day school week felt never-ending and exhausting.
I always have this naive thought at the beginning of the semester that they will ease you in with a day or two of getting back into the groove of things and no real work.
And I am always wrong.
Make up exams. Pop quizzes. Homework. Lectures. The list goes on, and it's only been four days.
Already waking up at 5:30 (well, more like 5:50 because I like the snooze button) is taking its toll on me. No amount of tea can ward of the yawning and zoning out that comes with early mornings, long days, and a lot of work.
I'm not here to complain though. I'm here simply to reflect. I don't think I really mind going back to school honestly (endless Saturdays are quite nice though), because one can't live in euphoria forever. That's not to say that reality is complete misery, but reality experiences ups and downs versus the constant "ups" during carefree days.
What am I getting to here? Well, I guess I'm here to share my life motto: opinion determines outcome. If I had woken up Tuesday morning and said, "I don't want to go to school. This will be a terrible day", then I would've been convinced, no matter what came my way amidst the day, that the day was terrible. Instead, I tried to make the best of the day by wearing my new jacket from Christmas, packing a good lunch, and catching up with my friends.
However, I'm not going to lie, those times during the day when the tiredness seriously struck me, it was as if everything was terrible. Everything was boring. I wasn't talking to anyone. My head hurt. I didn't want to put my best foot forward. I would've rather been home watching Gilmore Girls (my latest obsession). I wanted to do everything but what I had to do.
It was those time I chose to view everything negatively because of "poor pitiful me". You know what? The last few days were awful. I let them be awful.
It's amazing how your attitude changes everything, it really is. I find that the solution to your negative attitude is to try to find the positive effects of whatever you're doing. The best example here is schoolwork. So, if I have to do another AP World History chapter study guide (which I often dread - as in, always dread), I try to think, "By doing this now, I'll get ahead in my schoolwork, and I'll be getting even closer to passing the AP World History exam". That is much more motivational than, "This is going to take three hours out of my Sunday".
Next time you find yourself having a bad day, examine how you're viewing things, and try to flip it around. Flipping your mood can, in fact, flip your day.
The idea of "opinion determines outcome" can be applied to practically everything in life. Working out. Introducing yourself to someone new. Taking a test. You name it. It's the best life motto to live by!

This blog post totally turned into "inspirational time with Rowan", which I wasn't planning. I like writing without plan though; I often do my best writing when I'm just "feeling it".Writing is something that comes from within. Good, ernest writing does not just go directly from your brain to your fingertips, it has to make a pit stop to your heart along the way.
I could write forever about writing, but like many tangents I go off on, this topic will be saved for another day.

To close this blog post, I wanted to share the song I've been listening to constantly in the past two weeks that's always leveled my mood. "Oceans" by Swedish songwriter Andreas Moe is absolutely beautiful and serene to listen to. To be honest, I haven't listened closely to the lyrics yet, but I suppose it's something I should examine. Anywho, I'm sharing a YouTube link for you to listen to. Even if you're not one to go deep into the lyrics, simply enjoy the song for the musical bliss it brings to your ears.
FYI, the stripped acoustic version is WAY better than the original, but I could only find the music video of the song to listen to.

Click here to watch the music video to "Ocean" by Andreas Moe!

Have an awesome week!

-Rowan

Happy New Years & Youth in Action

Happy New Year everyone! The holidays are now at a close, and I hope the season was marvelous for you all.

Personally, I've never cared for New Years all that much. I get super hyped about Thanksgiving and Christmas, but I honestly didn't even know that New Years Day was an actual holiday in which businesses were closed and such until yesterday when my mother told me so. If that doesn't display my lack of enthusiasm for the New Year's holiday, I don't know what will.
Still, I try to get into the spirit with making New Year's Resolutions, but they're typically the same every year: get fit, stop bad habits, get organized, be less anxious, and spend more time with God. However, I'm notorious for setting New Year's "goals" and not really thinking about them past January 1st. In fact, I did nothing of the sorts yesterday that would help me reach those goals, aside from my daily workout.
New Years just goes right over my head every year. Often I forget it's a "clean slate" because I already look too much into the future, and my heightened focus on the future causes me to neglect how to get to that future now. It's an endless cycle.
Today as I write I'm reflecting on these goals and how I may have already begun them. This leads me into the last few days of December and Youth in Actions.
I had the privilege of going to Youth in Action in Birmingham, Alabama at the Homewood Church of Christ from December 28-30. Youth in Action is what one would call a "youth rally" in the Christian church. Basically, youth groups gather from all over for a few days of lessons about applying God into our lives, bonding with others, and overall fun.
This year's theme was "Made for Glory". The lessons were about how God has designed you with a purpose, and that purpose being for His glory.

The main stage decorated with tools to represent the theme "Made for Glory".

I'll be honest, on the first night when we arrived after a 5-hour van ride, I wasn't into it. Growing up in both the Church of Christ and a Christian school (until 8th grade), it's very easy to allow things like this to become mundane and boring. I had to force myself to sing the worship songs. I could basically predict the keynotes. My mind wandered to other things during the prayer. I was relieved to leave that first night because I just wanted to go to bed. That night, what I felt I needed was a lesson on worship, because quite frankly I had forgotten how to put my heart into it.
Then came the second day, and the only full day, December 29.

OOTD for December 29: LA Hearts brown faux leather jacket, Wet Seal navy blue top, CottonOn white infinity scarf, Hollister high-waisted blue jeggings, Target brown purse, and Target brown ballet flats. Let's just say my feet were cold.

Starting at 9:30 AM sharp, we worshipped. A combination of the early morning and lack of desire to worship lead me to think, "Do we have to worship right now? I just want to sit and listen to people talk". Plus, watching the very enthusiastic song leader jump, clap, and practically burst into dance (which is out of the norm for most Church of Christ goers) didn't enthrall me one bit
Then the keynote by Buddy Bell, the preacher of the day and the former preacher at my church, began his lesson.
Remember how I said that I wanted a lesson on worship? Well guess what Buddy Bell taught on.
Worship.
God does funny things like that sometimes, and at that realization I found myself tuning into Buddy Bell's lessons much more than the other two speakers. I wrote down some notes, something I hadn't done in awhile.
After the keynote, we had class, lunch (which I couldn't eat because there were only ham and turkey sandwiches - luckily I brought a Quest protein bar), another class (that I fell asleep in, oops), and then the final class of the day.
This final class was my favorite, and not just because it was the last class. It was the only class in which it wasn't a "sit-down-and-listen-to-me-talk" class, but instead a class where there were stations and silent reflection. This is where my heart started to turn.

The beautiful auditorium in which the final class on December 29 took place.

I spent some time reflecting on how I saw God, what I needed prayer for, praying for others, what's keeping me from God, and how close or far from God I am.
The big thing that I prayed for was for God to use my flaws to glorify Him. Usually we just ask him to use our abilities that he's given us for the better, but our flaws are there for a reason, too. You can either let those flaws drag you down, or you can express them in ways that cause growth for the better. I want God to use my flaws for His glory. I don't know how He's going to do it, but I'm putting my faith in Him.
I left that class a little lighter. I saw that I was surrounded by God and my loving youth group, and it was time to delve into fellowship and God a little deeper.
Relationships grow when you spend time with one another, so what did that mean for us? Time to go to the teenage haven: the mall. Specifically, we went to the Galleria in Birmingham.

I found Superman!

A view from the center of the Galleria.

We shopped. We ate. We laughed. 

I was personally excited because I got to go to a Teavana shop, something we don't have were I live. Teavana, taken from the name, is a tea store, and I am a tea fanatic. I was in heaven, my friends.

However, it was my first time at Teavana, I know nothing about loose tea, they only sell loose tea, and I accidentally overspent because I was confused. I got a cup of tea, 2 ounces of Earl Grey tea (for my mother's birthday present), 2 ounces of Gingerbread oolong tea (it was half off), and two considers to hold the loose tea (these were half off as well). I'm thinking, "It's tea. It won't cost that much".

Twenty-four dollars for tea. TWENTY-FOUR! I thought I had been ripped off, and I still kind of think I was. Now, $24 is not that much money truly, but it kind of breaks the bank for a teenager with limited funds. Also, I was a little miffed at the fact that I can go to Starbucks and get a cup of tea for about $2.50, and my cup of tea at Teavana was $3.99, and they sell Teavana tea at Starbucks.

Luckily it was really good tea.

I also bought this book called Eat Pretty: Nutrition for the Inside and Out by Jolene Hart at Francesca's. I had seen this book on Tumblr awhile back, and I was absolutely ecstatic when I found  it. I love all things nutrition and health, and being a vegetarian I felt the need to educate myself on food. I'll give you a full synopsis and my review of it in a future post.

Eat Pretty: Nutrition for the Inside and Out by Jolene Hart

After the mall we went back to close out the night of December 29 for Youth in Action. I finally started getting into the worship, and so did my whole youth group. It was empowering beyond words. Following the more-or-less tradition of "confession night" on the last night of Youth in Action, that night we all gathered at our hotel in one hotel room for a heart-to-heart. I won't go into detail though, because what happens during a confession stays at that confession.

After a late night of more talking even after the intervention, I went to bed at 1:30 AM and woke up at 7:45 AM the same day to get ready for the final day of Youth in Action.

The worship was great. The classes were great. I got a wee bit bored during the keynotes (I may or may not have fallen asleep), but overall the day was swell.

OOTD for December 30: Forever 21 sweater, Forever 21 floral scarf, Forever 21 black leggings, and Target brown boots. No makeup!

The classes were particularly notable. My first class of that day involved the story of faith of a ninety-one year old World War II veteran, Nathan Smith.

Myself (left) and Nathan Smith (right).

This wonderful man was a marine that lived through the second attack on Pearl Harbor (he had to jump off a ship into the water!), fought the Japanese (or the "Japs" as he called them), killed a man in combat, came out alive (and ironically stayed at the naval hospital in Pensacola), and now has a story to tell: his testimony of faith in the fact that God had a plan for him and does for every single one of us. However, Nathan Smith was not always the man of faith that he is today. In fact, he didn't get baptized until the year he was fifty-two, a few months after his God-fearing mother died. It was then that he dedicated his life to God.

It was a privilege not only getting to listen about how God continued to save him during the war, but also getting to be amazed at the scripture of the Bible hidden in his heart that he could spew out like the answer to 1 plus 1. He was even quoting scripture during his prayer! A sweet, honorable, and inspiring man Nathan Smith was. I was so blessed to have the opportunity to meet him, and he really showed me how God has a plan for everyone even when we're blind to it.

Youth in Action ended at around 4 o'clock PM that day, and we hit the road for a 5-hour trip back to Pensacola.

Group shot before we leave! I'm on the far right.

All deriving from Buddy Bell's keynotes on worship, the thing I most needed to hear about, I took a total of three notes over the course of Youth in Action:

1) Make a big deal about God in the good and bad times because that's what really praises him.

2) You're not praising Him in here (church) because you're not praising Him out there (and vice versa).

3) God must be your constant.

I wrote these down not only because I felt they were good notes to share with my blog, but also because it was food for thought for me. I, despite what it seems to many, am not "with" God very often. Sure I don't do "bad" things like curse, smoke, drink alcohol, etc, but I can be as distant from God at times as a non-Christian. Thus, I have a hard time really getting into church.

This is a problem that exists amongst many long-time Christians because it's easy to get caught up in this fast-paced world we live in. Personally, my big distractor is school. I often put so much into school that I leave nothing for God. Again, this is a topic for another post, but you get my point.

From Youth in Action, I have chewed on that I was made for more than just school. I was made to glorify God in whatever I do, whether that be school or blogging here right now, and you were made to glorify God in what you do. I don't know yet what God wants me to do (though if it be journalism, I'm totally into that), but I know God has a plan.

What's the solution to have a stronger faith? I have no definite answer for that. However, I can say that the factors of community with church and alone time with God are big helpers. Will it be easy? No. It takes time and effort. But God is worth it. He truly is.

I bring this extremely long blog post to a close. Now post-Youth in Action and New Years, I have schoolwork to do. What? Schoolwork over Winter Break? Yup, there is no break in high school. A topic for another day.

-Rowan

Oh, the Holidays

Don't Get Wrapped Up in the Superficialness

 So let's start the journey into my mind with everything and anything about my favorite holiday: Christmas.

My holiday was mixed. I have a problem with expecting too much out of people and things, and then in the end I'm often left in the pits. This Christmas was one of those scenarios. Partially.

After the bell rang to free me from exams, the holiday was pretty wonderful. I went ice skating on Sunday, built a gingerbread house Monday (for the first time - it was homemade gingerbread, too), Painted my nails and toes with Essie's "Toggle to the Top", finally watched my favorite Christmas movie The Santa Clause, and watched all of our home videos on Christmas Eve (my favorite Christmas tradition next to presents).

Ice skating with friends!

Flat roofs make for a chic gingerbread house.

Then came the long-awaited Christmas day.

I woke up early, but stayed in my bed as to not bother my parents - yet. I arose at 7-ish and changed the advent calendars to finally read "0 days left until Christmas". I put on my santa hat, made a cup of cocoa, and was ready to get the holiday started.

The "Christmas feeling in the air" was not there, to say the least.

My father rolled out of bed, and my mother dawdled for a bit because she had been sick with what seemed to be the flu in the past day. They had a cup or two of coffee (because my parents without coffee on Christmas equals very grouchy home videos), we sat down in the [formal] living room, and we pressed record to film the opening of our presents on that Christmas 2014 morning like we do every year.

My family doesn't handle disappointment well, myself heavily included.

Looking back now, I'm very grateful for all I got: an iPhone 6 (64 GB!), an iPhone car charger, a $25 iTunes gift card, blue Victoria's Secret Pink Pajamas, Victoria's Secret Pink "Fresh & Clean" body mist and lotion, Taylor by Taylor Swift perfume, a  faux leather jacket from PacSun that I had been eyeballing, and $50 from my grandparents.

Despite all of the wonderful things I had gotten, all I saw was what I hadn't gotten. I thought, "Wow, my parents really missed the mark on this one. Did they not see that I really wanted this, this, and this?"

And then there was the screen protector on my brand-new iPhone 6.

My father had gotten talked into buying one of those privacy screen protectors so that no one could look over my shoulder and see what I was doing on my phone. It sounds like a great idea, but this black screen protector on my white iPhone did not make Rowan happy.

My discontent was blatantly obvious. All that stuff was not enough. I was even disinterested in my new iPhone. My dad was offended, and needless to say he got into a "mood".

I was making the worst of a situation that should have been merry. I kid you not, I cried later that day. Cried. I was down in the dumps. I was upset that I had not gotten what I "wanted", and at the same time was mad at myself for being so selfish.

My household, my mother, father, and I, were on edge. None of us were happy. My phone was "wrong" and I was "disappointed" in my presents. My father's pajamas were too big and he had bought "the wrong thing". My mother was sick, weak, and caught between the flames.

I ended up zoning out to about three different movies with my mom for the day: Michael, Frozen, and Night at the Museum 2. I didn't want to deal with this "strife".

Such strife showed as we'd originally planned to have a Christmas lunch, but the negative mood and my mother's weakness constituted for a Christmas dinner at 5-ish.

My mother and I rolled out of bed at 3:30 and began to cook. Food seemed to lighten the mood, as it often does. We had beef and burgundy (not for me), baked tofu (for me), mushroom gravy, rice, lima beans, stuffing, mashed sweet potatoes, a vegetable bake, cucumber-tomato salad, chocolate pie, and apple pie. We all enjoyed the meal and each other's company, and after having our fill we drove around for about an hour listening to my dad's strange new CD and looking at the Christmas lights. We returned home and watched another Christmas movie, Gremlins, but I fell asleep. 

And that was Christmas. 

I had some anxiety that night for various reasons, but I awoke the next day with a completely different attitude. I was grateful and happy.

Friday, we participated in the crazy, selfish day-after-Christmas return shopping. I got my screen protector changed out for a clear one (it really did bother me), my father returned his pajamas, and I got a 2015 New York calendar that I had wanted.

My new iPhone 6 post-screen protector trauma with a new Speck case.

Today, I continued my optimism and cleaned my whole room to get a head-start on my New Year's resolutions. I didn't just clean as in "shove stuff under the bed so that it's not on the bed" clean, but I actually dusted, organized, and got rid of some old things. When I was done, I felt accomplished, elated, and inspired. Nothing says "welcome New Year" like organization.

My newly cleaned room :)

I then did my daily Blogilates workout, showered, and cooked some beets for dinner. Yup, I said beets. Chop 'em up, brush 'em with coconut oil, and bake 'em for 35 minutes at 450 Fahrenheit. Beets, despite popular conception, are quite delicious.

And now I'm here.

Every Christmas this happens to me: I get too excited, I'm disappointed, I'm selfish, and then I have an epiphany.

I know Christmas isn't about the presents. It never is and never was. I always tell myself this, and as I've gotten older this has become more and more true. However, it never fails that on Christmas morning it does become about the shiny new toy under the tree. It turns my heart materialistic and ruins my holiday.

I apologized to my parents for my attitude and expressed how grateful I was for all they had given me. I know we're not rich, and it meant a lot for them to get me what they did because they just want to express their love for me (an iPhone 6 with 64 GB is really expensive!). I love everything they gave me, truly, and in fact have started to forget what they "didn't get me".

My epiphany is just how blessed and lucky I am to get what I get, have the blessings I have, and have the wonderful parents that I have. Sure it's rocky at times, and I can be a brat, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Christmas is about reflecting on the year and just simply being with others. The presents? That's just a part of being with friends and family. Without them, we wouldn't have the presents. It's what's behind the present, the love, that encompasses Christmas.

I hope everyone had a merry Christmas. Mine was rough at first, but then I learned the true meaning of Christmas as the day went on.

Now I need to pack. I'm kind of leaving for Birmingham, Alabama tomorrow. Don't think I have time to paint my nails again. Drat.

-Rowan

Introductions

Who's Typing?

So I told myself that I'd blog on Christmas Eve. Then it was Christmas day. Then the holiday slipped away and it became the day after Christmas. Now we're here: the day after the day after. Sounds like an "end of the world" Movie.

Considering this is my first post, I'll take this opportunity to introduce myself.

Hi there! This is Rowan Born, coming to you as a sophomore in public high school from Pensacola, Florida. I may be another blond 15-year-old teenager dealing with first-world problems, but I like to consider myself a unique 15-year-old conquering the world. Some of my uniqueness derives in the fact that I'm a vegetarian with a passion for creative writing. You don't find those qualities in teenagers often. Really, you don't run into people like me frequently.

Now, vegetarianism and a love for writing don't solely define me. I have other quirks, but those are to be revealed in the future.

You'll see my personality, habits, and overall character from my posts containing my thoughts. I urge you to read on not just to see what my favorite food is or what I did yesterday, but to maybe learn from a different perspective.

-Rowan