Brittany Prickett

They are oil and water—fear and love. They don’t mix well. In fact, they don’t mix at all. Whichever source it is I draw from, whether fear or love, determines my response. If I walk in worry (with said concern or care for an outcome), I’m not actually walking in love—I’m walking in fear.

Do you know what happens when you tighten the strings on an instrument? Its sound changes. The frequency is altered. While the same instrument, it presents a different expression of itself. Sometimes that brings forth a sound greater than where it began. Lately I’ve wondered what the soundtrack to my life would truly be, could I align sounds and rhythm to convey the frequency that I live in today, could I put audible expression to this season that I call my own.

Dear twenty-year old girl,

I was you once.
I remember feeling the pressure to measure up.