Seeking Adventure

Today is August 1st, which means that I will be moving into college in 12 days for the last time. When I was a freshman I didn’t think this time would come fast enough, but now I am not ready for it. I have developed a wonderful support system, made numerous late night QT runs, cried over stupid boys and assignments (mostly assignments…God bless Jewell), but most importantly I have made memories and I am comfortable here. The thought of graduating and being thrown into a new environment is terrifying. I know I will find my way, but there is a small part of me that wonders what will really happen after I graduate.

College has allowed me to have grow tremendously as a person and I am now comfortable with who I am. I have this sense of adventure that keeps nagging me whenever I look at jobs and apartments in the Kansas City area. I do love where I currently live, but it will always be here. I would be perfectly content with getting a job right after college and settling down with the hopes of finding someone to share that adventure with, but I don’t know if I just want to be content.  I have no commitments to anyone right now, and relatively few responsibilities so now is the ideal time to get lost in the streets of Paris, play soccer with the kids of Tonga, eat foods I can’t pronounce, and meet people who see the world in a different way and learn from them.  Some might say that is what college was for, but for me college was a time to learn and find myself so I could be non-judgmental and have something to come back to when I get home.

Right now I don’t know a lot, but I do know somethings…I want to see God’s creations whether that be the views from atop a mountain or having a conversation with someone in a far away country. I also know that everything works out with God and my family behind me.


5 Things You Swore You Would Do This Summer

  1. Work Out
  2. Sleep
  3. Go On An Adventure
  4. Work and Save Money
  5.  Get Tan

….yet, you don’t actually do those things. Everyone swears they will work out now that they don’t have class and have less temptations to order pizza every night since mom is cooking. Sleep…something we college student put on a pedestal, sometimes higher than our grades (sorry mom), yet it’s summer and we end up watching endless amounts of Netflix or going out with people. Which brings me to my fourth point…working and saving…something we swear we will do so we can relax and focus on school {ordering pizza whenever} during the year. While we may work, we certainly aren’t saving because we definitely {don’t} need another romper. And now going back to point number three…going on an adventure. I know this is something that I always swear I will do because I have the time and I will have the money, but I end up working and not having money because I bought that extra romper or ordered pizza again. Yes, I know I made that choice and I only have minor regrets. Anyways, my fifth and final expectation of the summer, get tan. However, you spend most of your day indoors because when it’s so hot out you can fry an egg, you don’t want to fry out there either…or you work…or you are binge watching a Netflix series in the dark.

While we swear we will do a lot of things some times we don’t, but regardless we have three month off of school!

Enjoy It,


WOW, and Just Like That Junior Year Was Over

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I know this seems to be a reoccurring theme, but I apologize for not posting frequently but life sure gets crazy when you are busy procrastinating final and papers, working to try and pay for the IV of coffee you will need to cram for those finals you spent procrastinating. With that though, I have finished my junior year of college and while I was watching this years seniors walk across the stage I couldn’t help wanting to cry, not because they were leaving, but because in exactly one year that would be me. In one year I will be leaving behind the place that in the past three years has become my home where I get to eat lunch with my best friends every day, who I only have to walk about 10 feet down the hall to see the people that matter most, and the place that I can’t actually get work done in the PLC. I know the relationships I have formed in the past couple years won’t fade, but we won’t be as close physically every day so that is what I will miss, but that does mean Sunday Brunches with mimosas and Saturday night stories.

Going into this semester people said it would be the hardest semester yet so I definitely buckled down and prepared for the storm, but honestly it was not as terrible as I thought. I did have to work for my grades, but I still managed to pull off a very solid 4.0 earning my spot back on the Dean’s List. With a successful semester I also got offered to be an RA {Resident’s Assistant} next year in the building where I first lived. In addition to that, I have just started working at a hospital as a clinical associate. I will have a lot on my plate semester with 20 hours and those two commitments, but next year is bound to be a blast regardless.

With this semester over and some fun memories in the book I look forward to having some more adventures this summer with my Little and her boyfriend when I am not at summer school, my marketing internship, or work…summer may not be what it was when I was little {pool days, naps, and too much tv}, but after a long day I am sure down to enjoy a glass a wine now that I am 21.

I pray and hope that I will post more frequently because I am planning to have some good nights.





Hey There,

It is Monday again, which definitely sucks and the only way I plan on surviving this week is that next week is Spring Break (and my 21st birthdayyyyeee)!! This past weekend I made the choice to get off campus and take a mini road trip.

Last week was CRAZY from homework to interviews for internships so I definitely needed a break. I took off Friday afternoon with COMO in my sights. My sister is a freshman at Mizzou so I thought I would stop and spend the night with her before heading to St. Louis.

I go to a super small private college in my home town so when I go to Mizzou it is exciting and I want to just go everywhere. There happened to be a film festival so there were a ton of people downtown. I love downtown Columbia because there are so many cute shops and I was on he hunt for a birthday dress. Unfortunately I did not find it until we went to the mall later that night…but I did find one. After shopping we went to dinner at the Campus Bar & Grill. It was about 7:30 and it was already packed. It was quite and experience and I think it would be fun to go back in a couple weeks;). After dinner though we didn’t do much, and just headed back to the dorm to watch Fuller House and order cookies from Insomnia.

Saturday morning I was up bright and early to start the drive to St. Louis. The car was about a mile away so I decided to make it my morning jog. I made it to St. Louis by 8:15 so I had about 45 minutes to kill before my sister’s color guard performance so of course I got coffee. I watched her kill her solo and then I headed off. I went to the outlets in hopes to find a tote that I could bring to clinical and in that adventure I managed to get stuck in traffic and nearly run out of gas. After that crisis was barely avoided I set out back for KC.

Most people hate driving, but for me it is a game and I enjoy the thrill of catching cars and following other cars that take the lead.

This weekend I did spend quite a bit of time in the car, but the weather was gorgeous, I got to see the people I love and I got to get away a little bit.

Sucker For a Good Romance

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This past Friday the newest Nicholas Sparks movie, ‘The Choice’, was released and me being my hopeless romantic self of course I went to go see it. I was afraid that I was going to end up going alone, but my Little came in at the last second and saved me. Before the movie of course we went to Hyvee and got a ton of candy (mostly chocolate) because college budget haha.

Anyways, we went to an early showing so there was no one in the theater and we were able to stretch out; oh, and we were the youngest ones in the theater who was surprising. The movie is about 2 hours long, but it never really drags. The romance is fantastic and the main male character Travis’ southern charm is absolutely heart warming. Yes, of course there is a semi typical story line and you can see some of the same features from other Sparks movies, which I think is neat. There is definitely a bit of a twist that is heart wrenching and caused tears to flow from both my eyes and my Little’s eyes. I won’t go into much more detail about that, but if you are looking for a movie to drag your significant other to this Valentine’s weekend I highly recommend it!

The Unconventional Trip

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So as you know I spent the majority of my break in the Florida Everglades on a canoeing trip. In my previous post I talked about just getting to the everglades, but that was just the surface of this trip.

After arriving at Flamingo campground we headed a few miles down the road to Coot Bay where we unloaded all of our gear and canoes and figured out how to organize that gear into the canoe and make sure that the weight was distributed evenly. It was definitely a game of tetras everyday.

My partner for the first day was Jameson. He was in the stern of the boat and I was in the bow. While I have been in a canoe before it had been a while and it was a bit harder than I thought to get coordinated. We as a crew paddled across the pond to the corner to a nearly invisible opening. Once we poked through the small opening we were into our first mangrove tunnel. It was pretty astonishing and we would have moved at a slower pace through it if we had not been swarmed by mosquitos. Little did we know it would just foreshadow our future experiences with mangrove tunnels to come.

After exiting the mangrove tunnel we paddled a bit farther and then we all gunneled up (tide together to look like a barge) for lunch followed by us getting out of the canoes to swim around our canoes to test our comfort level. Personally, I was still terrified that there was going to be some creature lurking near by ready to take my leg off. Getting back in the canoe was a bit of a challenge and required a bit of flexibility.

Our crew had a bit of paddling to do before we reached our destination for that night, Hell’s Bay Chickee. Farlin and Maggie (our course instructors) had one map and were making the calls since we were all completely clueless about how a compass works. When Farlin said that he had dropped the chart in the water we all looked around and just laughed because we thought he was just kidding…he wasn’t. So we had one chart left and the sun was setting. Both of these caused my anxiety levels to raise. Around 4:30 we asked if we should put on our bug layers, but we were told to wait…well we ended up going down the wrong creek and the mosquitos were the worst we had experienced. I have never seen so many people move so fast and so carelessly on the canoes to try and get their layers on. After getting out of the creek I began to panic because I knew the sun was going down and Farlin was not exactly sure where we were going. We did find where we were going and the stars were absolutely gorgeous. I have never witnessed so many stars in the night sky. Hell’s Bay Chickee consisted of two wooden platforms that had a roof, but no sides. When we arrived we tied up the canoes and unloaded the things we needed for dinner and the night (water jug, kitchen, propane, red bags, and food buckets). After dinner we strung a line across the chickee and set up our healy hammocks. Healy hammocks have enough room for one person and it is essentially a personal bug net. I was told not to touch the net by others during the night because the mosquitos would be waiting, but despite the warnings I accidentally touched the net and it definitely showed the following morning.

We woke up to the sunrise coming up and reflecting off the body of water. It was about 7am at this time and shortly after we were all being told to get moving and get packed up so we could make breakfast (oatmeal), make the float plan (where we had to go for the day), and get the canoes packed. We were on the water and on the move by 10:15. Paddling this day was not bad by any means because what was supposed to be about 16 miles turned into quite a different experience thanks to both the wind and the tides being in our favor. After going through the winding river and through Lane’s Bay we entered the beginning of White Water Bay. At this point wind was against us a little bit and it was the first  time that we had come in contact with pretty large waves. We were able to paddle across to a side that was in the lee which allowed us to eat lunch and regroup. Upon starting to paddle again the wind was in our favor and we were able to actually sail. To do this we had to tie the canoes together and we used a tarp and some pea cord to allow us to use the wind. Sailing was very relaxing, quite and experience, and we got to watch the sunset in a whole new way. As the sun set though our ability to sail died, and we had to paddle with the stars overhead. We spent another night at the chickee.

The following morning though was not as glorious as the last because one of the crew members had gotten sick. Farlin had to paddle a canoe all by himself while the crew member Derrick tried to  sleep and rest up. While we were paddling this day we saw several dolphins, a sting ray, and a manatee…oh and an alligator or two. We were able to stop at a chickee to eat lunch and use the porta potty. By this point we were grateful no matter the condition of the porta potty but we definitely rated them. Also Gold Bond was all of the girls favorite thing because our butts were pretty raw from being wet and sitting on them for such long periods of times. This night we had to make it to a camp ground. It was dusk when we made it to avocado creek which would lead us to the camp ground. This was honestly the creepiest part of the trip because birds were circling above, the mosquitos were out, the creek was narrowing and visibility was limited. We all described the experience as paddling to our death. By now though we were all used to setting up camp in the dark. From the water all we could see was a little wooden path leading back to a black abyss, but we just lugged our stuff back. After dinner it was the girls turn to wash the dishes so we headed back to the dock. Farlin had warned us about alligators and that we had to look for orange eyes. Of course we scanned the area and saw some…and then they started getting closer…and then they disappeared. At this time all four of us took off running back to Farlin. He made us go back to the dock and wash the dishes with him as he dunked them in the water. The next morning we found the gator just hanging around as we loaded up the canoes a little bit early than usual so we could have the tides in our favor.

The next morning after loading our canoe we had to back track avocado creek which was a lot less intimidating in the day light. I was partners with Troy today and I was sure it would be an adventure. After getting back into tarpon bay we took a small break to swim in the refreshing water that offered relief to our bug bite ridden bodies. Today we had quite a bit of ground to cover and a few mangrove tunnels to conquer. The first one we had to go through was wilderness waterway. It was quite smelly, buggy and difficult to maneuver. I honestly am blessed to have had Troy as my partner because he was motivated to get through it and not dilly dally. After making it through wilderness waterway we stopped for a quick snack and then we were off paddling with the tarpons which are huge fish that will fight to their death, but are terrible for eating. The next obstacle to tackle was the nightmare. This mangrove was adequately names. We all wanted to get through it before the sun was completely set so we started to move. We however miss judged and took a wrong turn that resulted in a narrow path and caused troy and I to end up out of our canoe and neck deep in the mangroves. I was frustrated and did end up crying a bit as we tried to get our canoe free from the grips of a mangrove. When we could go no further we had to turn around and back track. At this point the sun was setting and navigation was about to get ten times harder. In the tunnel it was hard enough to tell what way was the correct way in the light, but navigating ing the dark was ten times harder. We were all getting frustrated because it was dark, there was no clear path, our instructors would not help us, and people were having a hard time navigating. After lots of choice words, good navigating and a head lamp being lost we made it out of the nightmare and were greeted by sky full of stars. Our paddling was not done though and it was time to navigate into the Gulf so we could make it to the Highland  beach (which isn’t really a beach, but more like hell). As we are paddling towards the Gulf I began to feel sick to my stomach and my PFD felt like it was constricting me. I told Troy and he told me to just stop paddling, but I felt bad so I just sucked it up and tried to breath through it. At this point Farlin came up to me and asked how I was doing and I began to cry a little because I was so scared that i was getting sick. Little did I know, but Maggie (our other instructor) was getting sick off the canoe as well. We pulled the canoes up at Highland and I got out and just laid down trying not to get sick. Farlin took two paddles and got my healy hammock set up so I could go to sleep…well, that didn’t happen immediately because I did end up running to use the Groover (our mobile bathroom) and then I got sick as well into the ocean all while being viscously attacked by mosquitos. This continued to happen through out the night, but I tried to get as much sleep as possible and choke down some water because I knew I had a long day of paddling ahead of me the next day. However, I woke up to Makenna getting sick and Maggie was still very ill. Makenna and I crawled into the tent where we fell asleep for nearly 24 hours only waking up to get water and when another crew member Mackenzie got sick. At this point 5 of us were sick and there was talk that the coast guard was going to have to come evacuate us. We ended up just spending an extra day on Highland Beach and I as I said it wasn’t really a beach. Then next day we were paddling and we crossed paths with the other crews. We kept paddling and that night we had to board up in Tom’s Bight. To Board up we have to tie all the canoes together and then we have to move everything out of one canoe and spread it to the others so the person can straddle the stern and pull the boards over their head and then we must put everything that we don’t need back in the canoe. After all the boards are up we put up a line to hang up our healy hammocks. Unfortunately in the process of setting up for the night it started to rain…rather pour. We had to issue our yellow rain gear and we just curled up in fetal position until it stopped raining. Luckily it stopped and we were able to sleep.

The next morning was pretty cold so I was glad to have my wool hat. We did not have very far to go that day, but the wind was very strong and the overcast sky was killing our mood. We were all very cranky and just wanted to get where we had to go. Upon arriving at the next beach we got put on solo day and it was raining. I had to set up my tarp in the rain and make sure that it was going to keep myself dry. I got set up and I was asleep before the sun was down. Solo day was a day that did allow me to reflect on life, but I don’t think it had me reflect more than any other day.

The day after solo day was a beautiful day and we all had a renewed energy because we were getting close to the end of the trip. We had 17 miles to travel that day and we all planned on paddling until 2am. If we did not get to the camp site we would have had to board up and that was not an option. The winds were strong, but our moral was high and we were able to make it to the campground in a little over 7 hours. When we were paddling the bioluminescence was crazy strong and there were jelly fish that would light up as we would hit them when paddling. It was a tight fit at the camp ground, but we managed and we all were excited to only have 8 miles left to basecamp.

The final day of paddling had us ready to go, but towards the end of the day we lost our motivation because we had become a bit nostalgic. Finally we reached basecamp at 4:30pm. Basecamp was on Sunset Island in Everglades City. We unloaded our canoes and set up camp for the last time. Over the next two days we spent more time together and reflecting on our trip and what we had just accomplished. I survived not showering for nearly 12 days and I survived not having my cell phone.

This was quite an experience, and I definitely learned a lot,  but it is not something that I ever plan on doing again. I am excited to challenge myself some more and work on the things that I need to.

I encourage everyone to take time for themselves or to go on a crazy adventure to truly understand what they are capable of.


Getting To The Glades

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Sunday December 27th I had to be at the Kansas City airport by 4am because our plane to Atlanta was expected to take off at 5:45. Checking our luggage took a lot longer than was expected and so as soon as I got through security I didn’t even get to sit down before boarding the plane. I was lucky enough to get some sleep on the plane during our nearly two hour flight.

After arriving at the Atlanta airport several of us wandered around looking for food we settled on a place that I was able to get an egg-white spinach and cheese wrap. Upon inhaling that I found a spot to plug in my phone and then I laid across a couple chairs and passed out. Where I slept was not comfortable by any means, but I guess one could say that it was good preparation for what I was about to endure on this trip.

At 2 pm we took off with Ft. Lauderdale set at the destination. As one may or may not have guessed I napped on that plane as well. We all landed at the airport and I am sure that every girl made a beeline to the bathroom and then we all herded to the luggage claim. There we found some of the Outward Bound instructors. We had to take an airport bus to the airport and upon stepping off the bus a combination of the humidity and nerves I began dripping sweat. I began sweating because I knew the time that we had all been anticipating was coming next-we would find out who our crews would consist of and who we would be spending the next 13 days with.

They had us gather up in a circle and the instructors began to read off the names. I was not in the first group which had my good friend Larissa and I began to get nervous because I tend to be shy and I like to have at least one person I know. Next was the all girls group and I prayed that I would not be in that group for the sheer fact that while I may be awkward around guys I could not handle being around that many girls for that long and I know that it would make some aspects of the trip more difficult due to the fact that there would not be the guys to help with the physical aspects. To my surprise and satisfaction I was not in that group or the one after that. I was in the last crew which consisted of 3 boys and 4 girls including myself. Collectively we were all greek, but there 2 fraternities and 2 sororities represented.

After the names were read I was able to relax just a little bit because I did know the girls from class, but I knew that we would be a lot closer after the trip. Our group was one of two groups that would start at Flamingo camp ground and then paddle to basecamp. So we had a two and a half hour ride down to the tip of Florida and along the way I lost connection to the world.

Upon arrival at the campground we all saw a shooting star, but the overwhelming presence of mosquitos was concerning. We all raced to the bathroom with our suitcases to try and figure out the appropriate layers to put on to protect us from the pests that were waiting to strike outside. Dressed in long pants, long sleeves, thick socks, and a fleece we were semi-ready to tackle the outdoors. Following dinner we did duffle shuffle and moved our few clothes into our red dry bags that would be making the canoeing expedition with us. At this point we were all pretty beat and crawled into our tents and wondered what we were about to face the next morning.

I Am Back!

Hey there,

I know it has been a while since I have posted anything, but I just returned from my Outward Bound 14 day canoeing trip in the Everglades. I have been up traveling since about 4am Florida time or 3am Kansas City time. I am definitely beat, and glad to be home but I have a lot to share and things to reflect on.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful start to the new year and is having their weekend start off with a bang. I am absolutely exhausted, but don’t worry I won’t be falling off the face of the technology world anytime soon so I will be posting regularly now!

Please stick with me, I promise I won’t disappoint!

Good Night,


Hi-Ho Hi-Ho off to the Everglades I Go

Hey There,

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you were able to spend it with those who matter most. I certainly was fortunate enough to have a relaxing day at home. One of my gifts was a gift card to the grocery store and I was super excited, and then I realized I had officially entered adulthood.

Anyways now that Christmas is over, I get only a second to breath because at 5:15 am tomorrow I am catching a plane from Kansas City, MO to Fort Lauderdale, FL. From there, I will depart on a 12 day canoeing trip through the Everglades….and no I am not really an outdoorsy gal. I like my amenities and social media. I am also not going to be able to shower or shave for this time…so it’s going to be pretty gross.  This trip is definitely going to be an adventure and a life changing experience because I am going to have to learn to work through difficult tasks with a team who may not always agree and I am going to be forced to confront my own weakness and concerns. While this trip will not be easy, there will be good times and it will certainly build last relationships.

Some of you may be wondering how I even got involved with such a thing. Well, the actual canoeing trip is called Outward Bound which is based out of North Carolina, but I am part of the Pryor Program at my college. The program has a very competitive interview process, followed by a series of courses focused on developing leadership skills, and then the Outward Bound trip. I am typically one who does well in school, but when it comes to groups I am not one to be a voice so after some personal discovery and nomination by teachers I applied to the program. I was lucky enough to be chosen. I have already made leaps and bounds of progress through just the class, and I am sure that I will make even more progress on this trip.

I think some of my biggest fears for this trip are my luggage not getting to Fort Lauderdale and not having a crew that meshes well. We will not get our crews until we arrive in Ft. Lauderdale so there is still plenty of time for me to stress, but once I do find out it is just time to make the best of the situation and help everyone have the best experience they can possibly have.

So starting tomorrow I will be forced to change my typical life style and become vulnerable to work with others in my group. I will be taking lots of pictures and journaling all of my experiences so don’t worry I will have a full report of the experience when I get back January 8th.

Wish me luck and have a Happy New Year,




Hey there, so this is my first official post on this blog. Blogging is a whole new adventure for me. I don’t know how long I have wanted to start one, and the amount of blogs I have read about starting a blog, but here I am finally taking the plunge. I just want to apologize in advance for any mistakes because I am learning still!

I have a passion for fitness, fashion, and saying “yes” to adventures. I am a strong advocate of living life. I am excited to bring together a community who enjoys the same things as I do! Please check back for weekly structures post, daily adventures, and inspiration.

Thanks lots,