I’m Lindsay. I write letters. I love words of affirmation, the OKC Thunder, Oklahoma State, tempos with v-necks, ice water, garage sales, budgeting and Blue Bell. Processing life and quality conversation make me tick. I’m simple yet complex all at the same time. My family and friends mean more to me than the world, but my identity lies in Christ.
Growing up is really fun, but also really hard and this blog is my attempt to document the transition in all it’s hilarity, awkwardness, struggles and wins. I’m the Assistant Director at a summer camp which means I live at kamp for three months a year and travel in a 15 passenger van recruiting staff for another three. For the remaining six I live in Branson, MO…the Mecca of the Elderly or Shady B as I’ve endearingly dubbed it. It’s hilarious, and readers, I expect notification when you come here to your family reunions.
So, back to those letters I mentioned. On October 1, 2010, I gave birth to Letters for Lindsay. After a September of deliberating back and forth of whether or not to enter into the blog world, I took the plunge. The first year was daily posts, 365 letters. I’ve since scaled back and try to post a few times a week.
Here you will find letters written to, well, just about anything. College campuses, food, sports teams, social media, cities, cancer. Basically any inanimate object could receive a letter. Here, I process, analyze and question the meaningless, the eternal and everything in between. At the end of all this, at the very least I’ll have a collection of the whirlwind of my life and my thoughts. At best, a few people will read along the way and have a laugh or relate to a post.
If you’re reading this, thank you. I have no idea why anyone would take the time to read about my life, but you guys make this really fun.