being intentional

I love being intentional.

Intentional about my walk with Christ. Intentional about my relationships. Intentional about my hobbies and interests and the things that make me happy.

Because life is too short to hold back.

Life is too short to be reserved with the ones you love,

too short to not try that hobby, too short to not romanticise that hobby and too short to not try to excel in that hobby.

I study the Word like I’m studying for exams, because I love Him.

I tell my partner how I feel about him as I feel it, because I love who he his.

I pour my heart out into my journal, play my favourite songs on repeat for hours, take my mum on dates, sing and dance with the roses he got me, joke and laugh and mess around by heart, because I want to.

I’m comfortable in my skin to wear the bright and bold colours I feel like wearing, to smile at strangers and sing out loud and dance if I feel compelled to do so.

All in all I’m blessed, things aren’t perfect but oh they may as well be. It’s been a long time coming but I guess this is how it feels to be genuinely happy.

Old Gerren worries if it’s too good to be true.

If she’s doing too much or giving too much but,

nothing is too much to someone that really wants you.

I can’t talk to my God too much. Tell my loved ones I love them too much. Tell myself I smile too much or that I’m doing too much. Because I love being intentional, and as long as I’m comforted by the things I’m being intentional about, no one can make me feel otherwise.