If you came here looking for my why — I wrote that here.
But if you want to know the girl behind the site? This one’s for you.
Hi, I’m Kenzie. And this wasn’t the life I imagined.
Not at first.
I used to dream about attending Juilliard and dancing with the Rockettes. I saw myself on Broadway. I imagined being “that girl” — the one who traveled alone to Europe with red lipstick and the perfect boots, scribbling poetry in a notebook and dancing barefoot in fountains at midnight.
I thought I’d go to college, be a legacy in a sorority like my mom and grandma, maybe fall in love with a fraternity boy and double major in Psychology and History.
I thought I’d live in a house with my best friends and collect stories that would become our folklore.
I thought I’d become someone I hadn’t met yet.
And in many ways… I still did.
Because at 17, life gave me a different kind of story.
One that started with a little plus sign and a lot of fear.
A story I didn’t feel ready for — but one I wouldn’t trade for the world.
I became a mom before I knew who I was.
And maybe that’s the most honest sentence on this whole blog.
The life I imagined? It was sparkly. Dramatic. Big.
The life I’m building?
It’s softer. Louder. Fuller.
More grounded, more sacred, more real.
It has Target runs and stretch marks and tiny hands around my neck.
It has family costumes and late-night tears and holiday traditions built from scratch.
It has the version of me who still dances — even if it’s barefoot in a messy kitchen instead of center stage.
I write from the in-between.
From the messy middle.
From the place where grief and gratitude sit quietly beside each other, sipping coffee and nodding like old friends.
If you’re here, maybe you know that feeling too.
Maybe you had dreams that changed.
Or got rerouted.
Or got delayed by love, by motherhood, by reality — and you’re still trying to figure out if it’s okay to want both.
It is.
You’re not selfish for still wanting.
You’re not wrong for still growing.
This isn’t the life I imagined.
But it’s one I’m proud to be building.
Xx,
Kenzie
