What makes you feel alive: Megan Roach


These are some things that make me feel alive:

  1. Learning new things- I just really love learning. When I am learning something new, I get this really excited feeling that reminds me that the world is full of opportunity. When I learn something new, I immediately start thinking about how this new information could possibly alter the world as I know it. I want to know what this new knowledge means. I really love school. I love sitting in the classroom and taking notes on something that I know little of but someone else knows a lot of. I will probably be in school forever because there is so much more I still want to learn!
  2. Babies- I had the opportunity to live with a family for a year and a half as their nanny. Some of the moments where I have felt most alive in my life were spent sitting in a rocking chair at two in the morning with a baby curled up in my lap. I have no explanation of the joy this provided me, I just know it is special. I would frequently take one of the babies from their bed and bring them into my room if I didn’t want to sleep by myself. I just love those little boys.
  3. Compost- This past summer, my friend Lisa who lives at Youthfront LaCygne, taught me about compost! I have very little working knowledge on the subject, but Lisa is super smart and knows a ton about it. Throughout the summer I really took a liking to our compost bins, which is kind of weird I guess. But seriously, compost is SO COOL! I think the reason I love it is that you can take something that is no longer useful or alive, and make it new again. We would use the ends of vegetables, dead leaves, and even old shredded prayer sheets to produce rich, nutrient-filled soil that now can be put back into the ground to produce more food. I am also a recycling fanatic for the same reason. It makes me really excited to think about reusing things and making them useful again, rather than adding to an already growing landfill.
  4. Food- Food is really important to me. I love cooking it and I love eating it. I am currently trying to find ways to express my love for food in a healthier way (that is a nice way to say diet). But seriously, I love cooking delicious food and knowing what is going into the food I am putting into my body. I don’t have a ton of practice at cooking, but it is fun to learn. Another reason that I love food is because it is a tool for hospitality. My mom has a HUGE gift for hospitality, and I have seen that my whole life. She has a way of making people feel loved and comfortable. I aspire to have a home someday where I can make people feel that same thing.

These are just a few things that make me feel alive, but I could go on and on. What is interesting is that any one of these has the potential to be very unhealthy and produce darkness instead of light. For example, food can be a very damaging thing. If I were to eat Doritos all day every day (which I wouldn’t mind), my body would feel sick and I would be harming myself. If I am so obsessed with learning new things and being right that I act as if I am better and smarter than everyone else, and I do not take care of my relationships, I am not being life giving. Nothing about waking up to crying at 2 AM, and getting less sleep than my body needs, makes me feel alive all on its own. All of these things have the potential to be life giving, but they are not life giving on their own. They are life giving because Jesus Christ is in them. I think that one of the reasons it feels so good to feel alive, is that we then have the opportunity to give life to others. However, if I am not allowing Jesus’ love and life to flow into me, I do not have any life to give to anyone else. I believe that when we let Jesus’ love fill us up, we can and will find life in everything.

“…Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
― Howard Thurman

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Megan is a nursing student at Research College of Nursing in Kansas City (which is where I was born, fun fact.) I really enjoy hearing about what Megan is learning. A few months ago I learned about her passion for compost. Getting to see her face light up while explaining the joy she found in getting to creatively use her resources to make the world a better place was so fun to be apart of. I know Megan through Youthfront Camp South, where we worked together one summer. Megan is so special to me and has made me feel so special. Megan actually loves me the way I love to be loved– she goes out of her way to be my friend. Several times she has taken the trek to Warrensburg to spend time with me. Other than being a great friend, Megan also goes out of her way to be a great citizen; she cares about being local and organic. She even inspired me to go no-poo (her interest in learning made a pretty convincing speech). She makes people excited about what she is excited about. Now that’s passion. Anyways, another thing I really like about Megan is her love for Mexican food. We always go get Mexican together and 9/10 times she’ll order a chile relleno. I hate that we both are students in different towns with different schedules and can’t always eat Mexican, but I love getting to be with Megan. She makes my life feel so alive. 


What makes you feel alive: Nate Doyle


I remember the first fifteen minutes of my first day of preschool fairly well. I walked into the room at Warrensburg’s First United Methodist Church, Mom dropped me off, and I navigated towards the back left corner of the room. Back there five other boys were running around the wooden block station, and five-year-old me asked what they were playing. That was the moment that James Burgdoerfer introduced me to The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers. I had no clue what a Power Ranger was, but I wanted in. They already had a White Ranger, a Black Ranger, a Green Ranger, and two Red Rangers, so I became Billy, the Blue Ranger.

Quick background for those of you that weren’t blessed by one of history’s greatest merchandising schemes: Billy is the nerdy guy, he’s the smart kid that wore glasses and constantly gave the exponentially cooler Rangers the bits of information and support they needed to finally beat which ever villain they happened to be facing that week.

We weren’t always Power Rangers. We were Ninja Turtles and superheroes, video game characters and athletes, and I was Donatello, Robin, Tails, and John Stockton. I wasn’t forced into those roles; I wanted to be these guys. I wanted to help Batman take down the Joker; I wanted to pass the ball to Karl Malone. I loved playing the sidekick because I loved helping other people be better.

I wouldn’t exactly consider myself a passionate individual. I like baseball and professional wrestling, but I won’t be at Kaufman Stadium on opening day and I’m not about to drop $200 on tickets to Wrestlemania. I like stuff, but I rarely love anything. That was really hard for me to process. Picking a major sucked, and for a long time I felt really broken because I’d see the spark in people’s eyes when they talked about the things they loved and wonder what that sort of passion felt like and why I didn’t have it. Then after a while I decided if I wasn’t gonna get fired up about anything, then at least I could support the people around me in what lit a fire under their ass. I’ve volunteered for a lot of causes I couldn’t care less about because someone close to me needed another pair of hands and I was available, and after a while I remembered what I realized as a kid: I love showing up for people.

Today, I’m the assistant manager at a bbq joint/whiskey bar/blues venue, a graduate student, a freelance writer, and a fiancé (I’m a busy dude). Whether it’s covering a shift so my boss can eat dinner with his daughter, editing a classmate’s poem, writing marketing copy for a company, or helping my future wife decide which shade of red would best highlight our wedding’s color palette, everyday I get to help someone take one more step towards their goal. Everyday I’m supporting someone that’s chasing their passion. Everyday I get to help someone be better.

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It is hard to write about Nate because that triggers tears and typing and crying is not easy. I just love him so freaking much, I get emotional thinking about it. 
ANYWAYS, back to the normal.
Nathan is a masters student at the University of Missouri-St. Louis studying poetry. He’s also my older bro. Even more exciting… last weekend HE PUT A RING ON IT. Oh ya, he is finally engaged to Lindsey Harms. I love her. I love them. I could really write a whole blog about why I love Nate. So I’ll try not to get overwhelmed. He is what I’d call the perfect older brother. Not only did he test our parents first so that I wouldn’t have to (thank you), but he also cares and loves me (even when I am annoying), and will do anything for me (like write for my blog.) He is so right, if Nate knows he can help you some way, he will do his best for you. Like when I first went to college, he guided me through all my questions and worries. He showed up right away after telling him my dog, Zach, had died. He included Austin and I with his cool friends, even when we were still annoying. (His friends also love him, because he is the perfect friend.) Nate is also really great at loving anyone. He has the most random assortment of friends. Everyone from the boy who can’t come over because he is on house arrest to the smartest kid in school. Nate makes anyone feel like they belong. 
Okay. I’m going to stop. I could go on. Nate is the best, and I don’t just say that because he is my brother. You should meet him.

What makes you feel alive: Jamie Jackson

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What makes me feel alive?

Whew. Big question.

I feel most alive when I’m doing things I love to do.
Here’s a handful of those things:

–          Being at a baseball game
–          Driving with the windows down listening to “You Make My Dreams” by Hall & Oates (oh yeah)
–          Telling my story
–          Hearing someone else’s story
–          Being surrounded with the best people I know (that’s you, friends)
–          Having hard conversations, vulnerability, all that jazz
–          Exploring new places/cities
–          Coming over a hill to see the Kansas City skyline. Gets me every time.
–          Reading the bible & thinking “there’s no way people can make this stuff up”
–          Learning how to make coffee well (Folgers drip coffee, you have no power over me)
–          Celebrating people for any reason (what better reason to make cupcakes then to celebrate a friend’s first save as a lifeguard?)
–          Seeing live music
–          Fighting injustice, even if it is from my college in Warrensburg, MO. We are making a difference.
–          Learning how to cook new things (ok let’s be real… BAKE is the correct term here. You can’t eat chicken? batter  while you make it. That’s gross. COOKIES, though)
–          Getting to know someone one-on-one. This is probably one of the most fun/awkward things.
–          Playing with animals! I love those guys!
–          Reading blogs (like this one! You rock, Katelyn)

It’s 8:54 a.m. I’m sitting in the union thanking Jesus my 8 a.m. class got out early because I needed to finish taking notes for my quiz at 9:30. I’m thinking of all of the things I LOVE doing and kind of wish I could be doing one of the things on the list up there right now.

But if there is anything I’ve learned this year, it is that you are where you are. I am where I am. I didn’t want to come to UCM because I can’t explore new places very easily. I can only see a city skyline every other week or so because gas is expensive. I wanted to meet NEW people & do my favorite things in a NEW place (Chicago) but I am “I-don’t-have-28,000-dollars” poor.

It’s easy to think that I missed out on something. If I’m honest, I still think that sometimes.  But a thousand times over, I know that I am here in this town I’ve grown up in for a reason. I’m here in this union because there are people. The same people I wanted to meet in Chicago, I will meet and have met here. As I look at each person I interact with throughout a week, I laugh. Not all the time, but I have seriously laughed out loud because the people I know have been the people I’ve prayed for. The experiences I’ve had are the experiences I wanted in Chicago and I’m sure the people and experiences are better than I could’ve hoped for. I’m also here in the union because it’s a place to rest in between classes. It’s usually a fairly normal time of either finishing up homework or reading a book. But there is hope in the seemingly “mundane.” In the times that I feel like I am just finishing up notes or just passing time, I try to know that I am not just doing those things. I really kind of secretly love being in the union. Not only for people watching, but because it’s a time that comes with opportunities. Of course there are opportunities for anything all the time.. but this is specifically a time to see a person I haven’t seen in a few weeks and catch up or to be approached or to listen to a student play a crazy good piece on the piano or to read blogs or to tell my story or to hear someone else’s story or to research new recipes on Pinterest or to plan for IJM meetings or to listen to “You Make My Dreams” by Hall & Oates or to drink coffee from Jazzman’s or to read or to unexpectedly run into my best friend.
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We don’t need to keep waiting for life to start happening. Just because I am at UCM doesn’t mean I have to wait 2 more years to really experience my favorite things. This day is the perfect time to be alive.
“Living a life fully engaged and full of whimsy and the kind of things that love does is something most people plan to do, but along the way they just kind of forget. Their dreams become one of those “we’ll go there next time” deferrals. The sad thing is, for many there is no “next time” because passing on the chance to cross over is an overall attitude toward life rather than a single decision.”
Bob Goff Love Does

I saw this video on Valentines Day and KNEW I had to share it with you all. Check out Darling Magazine at:darlingmagazine.org


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Jamie is a communications student at the University of Central Missouri and is probably one of my favorite humans in Warrensburg. She is always so genuine and caring. She cares about the world and changing it one step at a time. I really love that. I can’t remember a time I didn’t at least know of Jamie, but we have become better friends throughout college. There are so many great things I want to say about Jamie, she is seriously well-rounded. Not only is she gorgeous and has fantastic hair, she is curious and open. She is always reading really interesting books and open to new ideas and places. She wants to know more about God, so she studies His word and other people’s ideas on it. She leads girls at the Baptist Student Union, and is freaking good at it. People love her. She wants to make a difference, specifically in human trafficking, so she helped start the International Justice Mission at UCM. She is smart– I have a class with her this semester and is a much better student than me, for sure. She is always compassionate. Jamie is always asking me about what I’m doing and how life is going. I appreciate that so much. I really could go on. Anyways, point is: I see a lot of Jesus in Jamie. She loves God and because of that she is really good at loving people. She is actually going to help change the world (because she already is.)

What makes you feel alive: Amaris (Missy) Washington

So I’ve been stuck between a rock and a hard space as of recently…

I’ve been TRYING to figure out some unique reason as to why I feel alive. It shouldn’t be that hard of an answer, I mean really… Yet I would ask myself, ”Do I just repeat what someone else has said? Do I try and think up some amazing, one-of-a-kind, epic-ness of a cheap story as to how I came to realize what makes me feel alive??” If I’m being 100% honest, I actually Googled “What makes you feel alive?”. I got nothing. There are so many things, ways, reasons to feel alive!! Then, out of no where, BOOM. A thought crept it’s way into my foggy, confused little mind. I KNOW what makes me feel alive and probably a lot of people!
^^^(I guarantee you will become tired of this word by the end of my post.)
I have created a list of how human beings make me feel the most alive:
1. Talking with humans
2. Laughing with humans
3. Crying with humans
4. Arguing with humans
5. Praying with humans
6. Singing with humans
7. Listening with humans
8. Playing instruments with humans
9. Playing with humans
10. Loving with humans
11. Hating with humans
12. Hurting with humans
13. Watching with humans
14. Asking with humans
15. feeling with humans
16. Dancing with humans
17. Walking with humans
18 .Running with humans
19 .Exploring with humans
20. Wanting with humans
How wonderfully beautiful it is that God made the human being that is yourself. It is even more mind blowing to me that God gave us human companions! Praise the Lord! Just imagine being stuck with yourself and the animals of the earth  all day, every day. We were put here, in the universe, to give glory to God. Loving others is a way of doing just that. 

“You have heard that it was said, You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy. But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” -Mathew 5:43-48 
For me, the exuberance that comes from being around people is unlike anything else. I value meeting new people and making friendships. Just throw me into a foreign culture, and I’ll swallow it whole. (Granted, the only other country I have been to is Mexico), but I loved it! I feel the adrenalin and excitement that comes with meeting people who are so completely different from me.
Yes I, and most people of this world, struggle with loving others and just being selfish. How can I feel happy? How can I feel satisfied? Currently, I live with four other amazing women. Being in this house has taught me so much. Sometimes we don’t realize our flaws until we live with someone else. We fight, and cry, and spit words of fire. It comes with the territory. On the flip side, we cry tears of happiness, we laugh, we talk about life, we pray. And living here, seeing Jesus shine through these women has helped me become a better version of myself.
Something that comes with having four other roommates, is having masses of people come and go throughout our home. I can’t even count on two hands how many humans I have met while living here! It’s amazing! I have made some, what I know will be, life-long friendships. I relish the time I have here in this house because it has given me the chance to meet so many incredible people. It makes me feel loved, therefore I feel alive!
It is simple. I feel alive, I am alive, and people help make being ALIVE worth it! Praise God!
“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another” -1 John 4:7-21
Missy is a server at PF Changs’s and a nanny in Kansas City. Mostly I’m jealous that she gets to eat those yum lettuce raps whenever she wants. Missy always makes me feel so comfortable, she is so easy going. She is always up for whatever and will always say yes to going to Chipotle. Actually, the other week we went and the workers knew her name. I love that. I know Missy through her roommates, Ellen and Taylor. When we met, it was just so easy. Missy never judges or sets preconceived notions, she just simply wants to be with and love people. She’s right about her home, they have created this beautiful place where anyone and everyone is welcome, and so having Missy there is perfect. She can really talk to anyone. One of my favorite things to do with Missy is sit on her couch, paint our nails, take off what we just painted, repaint, take it off again and repaint all while watching Catfish or something silly on MTV. I love just relaxing and talking to her about nonsense.  Oh also, Missy and I just went to Chicago with some friends in December. It was perfect, affordable and crazy amounts of  fun. She rules.

What makes you feel alive: Kylie Alwardt

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What makes me feel alive?

 I’ve been thinking about this questions since around December. I’m a senior nursing student and I’m just SO sick of school. I’m restless with the stuff going on in life but I can’t change it because I need to get school finished. I’m tired of being a poor college kid but I don’t have time to get a job because of school. I want to be alive and joyful but I just feel stuck. Nursing school will do that to you.

So when Katelyn started up this blog I was beyond excited. It felt like a direct message from God — KYLIE, WAKE UP YOUR SOUL! It’s been absolutely beautiful to read about the deepest passions of people’s hearts. This blog series in itself has made me feel alive, but that’s not what I’m going to write about..

These are the things I’ve jotted down over the past few days:

Singing without holding back

Holding a baby

Caring for ICU patients

Falling in love

Riding with my dad on his motorcycle

Trips to Haiti

Wearing a really great outfit

Exploring new places


Administering blood products or IV push meds

Flying with my husband

I think the common factor in all of these things for me is vulnerability. Vulnerable moments are exhilarating. I’m vulnerable to crazy looks and judgment when I sing at the top of my lungs, but I like that.  I enjoy nursing because I get to care for patients when they are in their most vulnerable state. I love exploring new places because I’m vulnerable and I have to learn to function in a place I don’t know. Being vulnerable puts me in a heightened state, adrenaline is triggered, my heart starts beating faster, I’m super alert and I am alive.

I’ve spent a lot of time last semester and this semester trying to figure out why I don’t feel alive. Often my brain is like, “I’m pursuing intimacy with my Savior, I’m being intentional in relationships with my husband and friends, I’m working towards a career that I know I will love. I should feel joy!” It wasn’t until I started writing this blog post a few days ago that I figured out what my problem is. Along with all this intentionality in my relationships and school, I’ve also been trying to be really intentional in planning my life out. I’m obsessive about job applications and scheduling interviews. I’ve spent hours perfecting my resume and portfolio and buying the absolute perfect interview outfit. I’ve been borderline annoying about networking with nurses in the hospital I want to work at. I’m just a wacko! When I wrote all this down, it hit me that I’ve been planning so much that I’ve left no room for vulnerability. Duhh.

Vulnerability is when life happens. It’s when most of my ah-ha’s happen. It’s when I see and feel the grace and love of Christ the most. Vulnerable moments allow me to be hopeful, anxious, scared, and so many more emotions all at the same time. When other people are vulnerable  it’s when I’m most able to help them and love on them. I figure out what I deeply want in vulnerable moments. Vulnerability is when growth and change happens, and that equals being alive.

I’m still processing through all these thoughts and how I can live a story that’s lovely and full. Seriously, this blog kick-started it all for me and it’s been such a blessing. You go, Katelyn! 😀

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Kylie is a senior nursing student at the University of Central Missouri and is graduating in May. Kylie does a lot of cool things, like last summer she married her husband Thomas and then in January she led a group of nursing students to Haiti. They did a lot of medical stuff, but also just hung out with Haitian people. I know Kylie through the Christian Campus House at UCM. What I love about her is how passionate she is. It’s so fun to get to hear her talk about how much she loves Thomas, her sister, nursing, the Campus House, Haiti and just life in general. She has an adventurous heart and is ready to go wherever the Lord leads. I love that. I was lucky enough to get to serve on the leadership team with Kylie for a semester. Kylie’s an incredible leader, I know that she’ll live a really exciting story. 

What makes you feel alive: Lettie Dellenbaugh


Let me first be blatantly honest and say that I was not going to write for this series. I thought over and over again what I would want to remotely write about, and I could not think of anything. As I started reading other’s stories, I was so inspired.  At the same time, however, I became even more confused. A few days ago, I kept thinking about the topic, and decided that it was important for me to discover what made me feel alive. I literally sat down and started brainstorming on a notebook. All the while, I was humming. I am always humming or singing; and half the time I don’t even realize it. Like people have to tell me to stop sometimes. Every time I thought about what made me feel alive, I was humming. So it clicked! I feel alive in song.

I wouldn’t call singing my “passion” or my “calling,” because it’s not something I would do professionally or anything. It is, however, the way I get through life. I grew up constantly listening to music. I would sing in the shower and in the car; I even got yelled at by the neighbors when I put on a backyard show for my dogs one time. But let me tell you, I was so alive, and so into that moment. Their yelling didn’t even phase me.

Singing and listening to music calms me down, pumps me up, and puts me to sleep; it literally does everything. If I am having a bad day, I can get away in song. Sometimes I don’t have to sing. Sometimes I just close my eyes and sink in beauty. On a great day, I celebrate with a crazy song, yelling and white-girl dancing the whole time. Nothing bothers me in song. I don’t feel judged, or bothered. It’s my freedom and my liveliness.

As far as my spiritual liveliness, song plays a huge role as well. Many people can read scripture and feel very alive and replenished when digging into the word. I am not a big reader though, and I don’t tend to comprehend things as well as others. I feel the presence of the Lord most when I am rejoicing and praising his name through song. I can close my eyes and literally give all my attention and focus when I am worshipping.

Feeling alive is literally the best of all feelings. I wouldn’t rather feel alive in anything else. A song is such a special thing because there’s nothing else like it. Every song is different, but yet they all come together to make me feel alive. For that, I couldn’t be more thankful.

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Lettie is a freshman nursing student at the University of Central Missouri and don’t ask me how to pronounce her last name because I’m still not totally sure myself.  Lettie is freaking hilarious. She’s sarcastic and witty, yet still completely genuine and kind. I know Lettie through the Christian Campus House at UCM. We actually met in August at a mud war CCH put on during the “Week of Welcome.” Ever since then I’ve been crazy about her! Behind the jokes, I’ve noticed that Lettie is extremely loyal and generous. She is not only always buying her friends the sweetest and heart felt gifts, but she is also always talking about and praising her friends. She really loves them, she really loves people. The other week Lettie remembered her roommate complaining about how quickly flowers die, so for Valentines Day Lettie bough her a bamboo plant because they last for so long. I mean is that not cute or what. 

What makes you feel alive: Mackenzie Clayton

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Human connection. Building experiences with people who are excited to be living. I live to adventure. It is fine to adventure alone, but how great it is to walk through life with people who view the world with awe and beauty. I live to be inspired. I live to travel. I live for music. I live for excitement. I live because there are so many brilliant human beings in my life that make it worth while.

I find it essential to surround myself with people who share a positive outlook on life. There are so many who find it easy to wallow in their sadness and enjoy portraying themselves as damaged. For a long time I was surrounded by these types of human beings and it becomes so draining- trying to build someone up who refuses to be happy. Life throws a lot of sadness at you, but you can rise above your trauma or you can let sadness consume your heart and soul. Granted, we are all allowed to feel our feelings; I just prefer to bounce back to joyfulness sooner rather than later. I am lucky to have a few dear friends in my world who capture the beauty of life in any and every way they can. These are the people who make everything worth while.

Adventure is essential in my life. I’ve found the greatest adventures to be found in travel. To see the world is so important; I love learning about other people and other cultures. I love learning how people operate. I like to take bits and pieces from everywhere I go as I strive to be a greater person. Human experience. To experience another’s life in another place is exhilarating. I want to see the world. I want to connect with people in every way. Learning about others is simply my favorite.

I have become addicted to going to concerts in the past few years. The greatest gift in my life is the excitement in watching as an artist pours out their soul in front of hundreds of strangers. It is the joy of watching someone share their passion right in front of your very eyes. I am enthralled to be in the audience watching the stories of an artist’s life. Truly captivated.

The place I feel most alive is when I am in the open waters. I have never been more at peace than when I am spending time at the lake with the people I care about most. There is a sweet serenity when coasting on the boat or the wave-runner.  All my thoughts escape me and I am just a single being surrounded by other humans and we are all just there experiencing the same carefree joy. Being carefree. The essence of my being. It is unnecessary to worry about how things will turn. Just be. Just live. Being alive and joyful is all that matters.

I’m in love with the world. Life goes on. Remember who you are.

These are the phrases that remind me to always be joyful.

Be. Joyful. In every way you can.

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Mackenzie is a fashion marketing student at the University of Central Missouri and the definition of a fashionista. She even blogs about her here and here. All of Mackenzie’s outfits have a story and she is always excited to tell you it. She’ll be wearing a fur coat that her grandma would wear with a bracelet her mom bought in high school. There’s history behind everything. What I really love about Mackenzie’s love for fashion is that she wants to help people create a story behind what they are wearing. She currently gets to do that at Fossil, walking people through their shopping experience. I first met Mackenzie through our friend Bethany, but we actually lived on the same floor our freshman year at UCM and never met. Now we regret about laugh about it. Now I love being with Mackenzie, she is truly herself and makes others feel comfortable to do the same.