My mantra since high school has been "kindly bold." The phrase was first introduced to me through Colorado Young Leaders in honor of a friend and fellow member, Lauren Guthrie. She embodied what it meant to be kindly bold. Each year, her parents honored her legacy by awarding the Kindly Bold Scholarship to a graduating senior in CYL, and in my final year, I was incredibly honored to receive it. Every morning at 9:00 a.m., my phone reminds me: "Do it for yourself — kindly bold

4 days to pack for about 820 days of living in another country. Constantly watching the fluctuation of…43.2 lbs → 49.6 lbs → 48.8 lbs → 52 lbs → 49.6 lbs → who knows. I had to stop checking. My flight was waiting. The one people kept asking me about. It was here. And with that came every emotion, at different times. So fortunate to have so many people, but so hard to say goodbye while simultaneously trying to push down everything I was feeling. “Are you excited?” “Are you ner

I feel nostalgic for something that isn’t fully over. This summer reminded me that childhood is valuable. That laughter fuels the soul. That family is an unspoken bond. I’d be lying if I said this whole summer was all fun and carefree. I had my ruts. Times when I didn’t feel like myself. Times when I fell out of the routines that ground me. Times when I felt a little stuck. Times that were in reality weeks. But nostalgia doesn’t carry guilt. Or at least, it shouldn’t. I’m goi