I’m Audrey, the Oldest Daughter and the Redheaded Sister. I cherish my family and friends and the stories we share. Welcome to my blog. The joke around here is that I’m slowly piecing myself together again by offering you me. Just me. Basic.
Wisps clinging to fair skin
Sun’s Angel kisses
You dress me
Make me who I am
I graduated college with a degree I didn’t fully want or understand. I can’t explain my true goal for this blog. I’m not obsessed with food, travel or photos. I’m obsessed with writing from a place of truth. I am feverishly protective. Fiercely loyal, as well. Colorado keeps my heart safe, although, I reside in Houston, Texas, Nebraska, once again.
I came here to journal. I’ve written poetry instead. I release what I cannot say with my spoken voice, as I am quite shy when the subject turns to me. I write poetry, because my soul flourishes when I do. Broken, indeed, but willing to try. I live life one day at a time. Stop by and say hello, please, if you don’t we may never meet. I need you to be stronger than me, but only the first time. Hi, I’m Audrey.
I started taking pictures one day with my Samsung Note4. I started looking at them and words came tumbling out. I bring them here in an effort to release this deep seeded desire to be heard. Clearly. Humbled by those of you who listen. Grateful for those who feel lead to say hello. Blessed to finally feel less alone.
I am bashful. (I make myself blush.) I never say no. I’m always up for an adventure. I am hysterically funny. I am always in control. I am broken. I am a light for other souls. I am normal. I am your best friend. I am no one to be afraid of. I am the redhead your father told you to date. I am the girl your mother told you to sit near. I am your love. I am Audrey Dawn.
What I have decided is:
I believe in my own timeline. I can find my destiny, which has already been chosen by God. He’s created a vision for me, this vision has been patiently waiting. He speaks through me in my writing, my conversations and my relationships. I have ignored Him for years. I’ve already tried telling Him that I need more time. Even:
I’m not ready.
I don’t have what it takes.
Possibly, that He chose the wrong girl.
I was wrong.
After years of dreaming, I have decided I am the writer He created me to be.
I have a story to tell.
He is God.
I am His child.
Together we will write.