Who is this blogger? Why this blog? Who are the parents and siblings she always talks about?
You might not be asking these questions, but I’m going to assume that if you’re on this page, you might be interested in the answers.
Kathryn Joy here.
Since my birth in 1995, I’ve been an Innovator, Idealist, and . . . different. (Not always by choice.) I moved eighteen times before my eighteenth birthday, due to a father that gets as much joy as myself from trying new things. He named me “Katie” because he wanted someone “spicy.” I fit the bill.
My earlier creations include rallying my siblings, the neighborhood boys, or whoever else I could round up, to build a zip-line that nearly hung my guinea-pig sister, a musical instrument that successfully made it to the garbage, and a tree swing that broke the cranky neighbor’s prized foliage. (I never could figure out why she hated us. I only sent Kyla into her garage to tell me what was in the cupboard. And of course we were going to run when she chased us with her cane!)
Since those early days, I have tried to channel my energy to more productive heights. At fourteen, I applied and was accepted to a writing institute that claimed to only accept two-thirds of their applicants, and at sixteen I began college. This is not to suggest that I am an academic.
Rather, I like biting off more than I can chew.
I write for my own benefit, love good conversation, create music, read powerful books that make me feel like I have bright ideas, and take competition seriously. I desire to become a life-long learner, reach from my parent’s shoulders, and ignore the masses.
I don’t pursue unique living for my own benefit. (Okay, so maybe some of it.) But I am more than a purposeless being waiting for eventual death. I’m a follower of Christ and He calls me to be different. Not just for different’s sake. But because He is different.
Also, I’m a hopeless idealist because I’ve grown up in a family that dreams and sees dreams become reality. I have been told hundreds of times, “Who cares if it’s unrealistic?”
And so I don’t.
My mission statement for this online journal is here.