#liveauthentic

I used to be a free-spirited girl.

I may be 3 years old in this picture.  I was obsessed with this bike and jacket.
I may be 3 years old in this picture.
I was obsessed with this bike and jacket.

You know the ones. Never wanted to wear shoes (or pants), always up for an adventure, living life as if each moment was her very last. Yep, that was me.

My best friend, Kelly, and me about 6 years ago. Gosh, that's a super long time.
My best friend, Kelly, and me about 6 years ago. Gosh, that’s a super long time.

Enter college: where everything changed. There was a part of me that felt like I need to grow-up. And grown-ups don’t have fun. So I became the type of person I hated in high school. The one who worried about everything: tests, boys, how I looked, what others thought of me. I was never that girl. But, I felt like I had to be.

Still free-spirit-isn, but we were also pulling an all-nighter to study. So there's that. And the stud sitting next to me? Yeah, total keeper, right?
Still free-spirit-ish, but we were also pulling an all-nighter to study. So there’s that.

Enter about a week ago: I took an entire week without wearing makeup. Big whoop! Yeah, I know that’s what you’re thinking, but here’s why. I could no longer live with being that girl that I hated in high school. (Hate is a strong word and I honestly didn’t hate anyone in high school. Bear with me, okay?) I couldn’t stand to leave my room making sure that every piece of hair was perfect or that it would be the end of the world if my jewelry was not somehow perfect. I couldn’t do it. I can’t do it.

And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? (Matthew 6:28-30 NLT)

Have you ever stopped in nature and truly looked around? Peonies and daisies are my absolute favorite flowers. They are remarkably beautiful. If I think they’re beautiful, how much more does God look at us and says “Wow! She’s stunning.” He made the stars to shine at night. He made the ocean that crashes on the shore, making a beautiful melodic sound that only He could create. Yet, He looks at us and calls us beautiful.

I don’t want to live my life worrying anymore. I miss free-spirited me. I don’t care what other people have to say about what I’m wearing or how I look. This does not mean however that I’m going to stop wearing makeup all together or stop wearing my favorite clothes. However, I don’t want to worry about it. It won’t be the end of the world if people see me without makeup. It won’t be the end of the world if I wear a hoodie every day (Fall is coming. That very well may be my reality).

Ladies and gents, let’s #liveauthentic. Let’s live in a way where we can love ourselves and love our Father. Let’s have fun. Let’s enjoy life. Let’s not worry about tomorrow or the future at all. Let’s love freely, live boldly, and dream big.

xoxo, Ticia

From Sunday's adventure to All About Cha in Downtown Tulsa. AKA The most recent photo of myself. Thanks Jessie and Snapchat 😉
From Sunday’s adventure to All About Cha in Downtown Tulsa. AKA The most recent photo of myself.
Thanks Jessie and Snapchat 😉

So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today. (Matthew 6:34 NLT)

P. S. I’m craving adventure these days. Be on the look out for more adventure posts in the near future 😉

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