My name is Makenna Robinson, if you clicked the link to my blog on purpose you’d probably know that, but in case this was all by accident and you have no idea who I am… Hi! Nice to meet you!

I don’t go by Makenna, I go by Kenna, due to a very long and somewhat dramatic (to a 11 year old at least) story that occurred in the 3rd grade, but we do not have to go into that right now. So here I am, Kenna! I go to Point Loma Nazarene University in San Diego and I absolutely love living down there. It is like a dream come true, I mean, I have an ocean view right out of my window! Who can say they have that??

I am 18 years old, soon to be 19 in April, which I heard is a very boring age (20 too) I doubt my year will be boring though even if 19 does not “unlock” any perks or open any new doors. I am in my first year of college, and by the time I finish this blog I will be just staring the second semester of my second year.

So, I’m not sure what you are supposed to put on these “About me” pages but I’m going to tell you my writing style just so you aren’t taken aback or anything once you start reading my posts…
– So I pretty much just “thought barf” all the time, that sounds really nasty, but what I mean is that what I write tends to be anything and everything that comes into my head. This can be confusing, funny, or normal for you, but it just is the way I express my thoughts!

I don’t actually expect anyone to check this daily, and if you do, wow! You really are dedicated and thank you for taking such an interest in what I find joyful! That, or thanks for just being curious. I know I would be!
I do not expect this to gain fame or media coverage or anything ridiculous, I am just doing it for my own sake and I am excited to look back in a year and be able to see all of the things that made me joyful.

I’m not sure how to end this, but I feel like a verse about joy will do it justice!
Isaiah 55:12: “You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”
(I mean how nice does that sound!?)