Why You Should Love Tyler Ward

You already know I love concerts. But some concerts are better than others.

And some aren’t just concerts.

On Saturday I went to see Tyler Ward (if you don’t know who he is, check out his YouTube channel) at Kilby Court (with my trusty BFFs who are nice and go everywhere with me). He’s one of the few people I’ve gone to see more than once, because he’s just that great. And this time I actually got to meet him! Woohoo!!!

Interesting choice of pose . . . but, you know, whatever

Also, if you’re wondering why there’s sharpie on my face, it’s because . . .

I know we all have short attention spans so I’ll sum this up quickly: because of technical difficulties, he had to basically come up with an improvised show. This led to a lot of storytelling and explaining the reasons behind his songs. At one point he said he felt like he was giving a sermon instead of a concert . . . and to be honest, he kind of was–in the best way.

Like he’s explained in some of his videos, and like he says in his more recent songs, he’s been changing  a lot of things in his life. He talked about how God has helped him quit a lot of things he was addicted to, things that a lot of people struggle with (among them alcohol and pornography). It was great to hear someone speak so openly about his challenges, how he’s overcome them, and how he’s come to know what’s most important in life.

This song pretty much explains it.

This one explains even better. And it’s the name of the tour, too.

I have a lot of respect for people who are so willing to share about their experiences, who are humble enough to change, and who use what they’ve learned to inspire others. It makes me want to do the same.

I think what Tyler and many others have discovered is that no amount of popularity, fame, glory, or worldly praise can give you what you need. You’ll always be wanting more–the next best thing. Having good relationships with the people who are important to you and doing things that make the world a better place are what really make you happy. (Let’s not pretend I’m saying I’m good at this, though I have some ideas about where to start. Stay tuned).

Anyway, thanks to all the inspiring people out there in the world.

“I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect; let’s hang out.” -Tyler Ward


What Might Have Been . . . Twitter Edition

I recently stopped using Twitter because I’ve been trying to eliminate as many distractions as possible (the blog doesn’t count as a distraction, obviously). However, I still have the habit of taking a lot of photos that are just interesting enough for Twitter but not good enough for Instagram by my personal standards. They’re those things that would cause you to pause a conversation and say, “Hey, look at that!” or “wait a second, is that what I think it is?” but you don’t have anyone to say that to, so you use social media instead. So what’s a girl to do when she no longer uses Twitter?


Here we go, let’s do this.


Sabotage. My little brother almost sent in a scholarship application like this. He was sabotaged by my other brother. My life would be so boring without my brothers. (Just to clarify: notice I said almost. I’m 70% sure he fixed it before submitting his application…)


Tiny packages. Don’t be surprised if you see me in the back section of Hobby Lobby crying my face off because I love the tiny things they have. (Seriously, if you are entertained by tiny things, this place will kill you. There’s a whole wall of them!)


Panoramic shot. Could I be more cliché? Probably not. But some things are clichés for a reason: because they’re awesome.


FLULA GOES TO BYU. Okay so it might not actually be Flula…but this poster in the BYU Wilkinson Center made me do a serious double-take. (If you don’t know who Flula is, well, we will have to talk about this some other day).


Nice (or not) notes. I found this in the side pouch of my backpack one day, and I have no idea where it came from. (Hopefully not that nice guy in my history class because A. That would mean he was only pretending to be nice and B. That would mean I was very wrong for thinking he was the smartest person in the class (supporting evidence: “elifant”). Anyway, I’m not exactly sure what this means. Is it a fat joke? An exercise in similes for English class? A very, very bored child? Whatever it was . . . it came to me by fate, I guess.


Summer cool kid life. Me pretending I know how to longboard because . . . I don’t know why, to be honest. I’m clearly not fooling anyone.


Book titles. This one made me laugh because, let’s be honest. I probably should have bought it for myself.


SPACE-EYES CAT STRIKES AGAIN. When I saw this promotional flyer for the library with the SAME PHOTO AS MY PHONE CASE I was like “Whoah there, space-eyes cat, we’ve really gotta stop running into each other like this.”

Creepy space-eyes cat. I’m changing my phone case.


More books. really should have bought this one . . . maybe I’ll get it for my dad for Christmas. Here’s hoping he doesn’t read this post.


License plates. It’s not every day that you see a life-changing one.


Childhood toys gone to waste. Have you ever played the game, “Cranium?” Well it includes a thing of clay so you can sculpt things and your team has to guess what you’re sculpting. I opened up the game box for the first time in about 3 years (at least) and . . . I think we’ll be skipping the sculpting parts from now on.


Beauty is pain. Don’t get your eyebrows waxed right before you have to see a bunch of people. Or see anyone, for that matter. Seriously, I look like I have a skin disease . . . maybe I do, something called extreme-whiteness and baby-face syndrome. Who knows.


Perils of apartment life. My apartment has no air conditioning, so we’ve been using fans. One day the unstable, foolish, weak fan (bless its heart) decided to fall over and break. One of the blades starting detaching and got caught in the outside. Not that you really care about that; the reason I’m telling you this is because DO YOU SEE THAT SMILEY FACE ON THE CARPET?! That is the shape the dust landed in when the fan fell over. I took it as a good omen. Something is going to make me smile soon. Possibly getting engaged to a European billionaire, or maybe just getting a puppy. Maybe I’m going to overcome my fear of needles. Yeah, not being afraid of needles would be nice.


Life told in a picture. Moving in with new roommates is always an exciting/nerve wracking time. You never know if you’re going to get along or if you’ll have anything in common. Even if you are already friends, you don’t know what living with them will be like. After the first week of living with my new roomies, I think we have all bonded mostly because of this picture. Not only does it describe us, but . . . if I were talking to you in person right now I would NOT be able to finish this sentence because I would be laughing too hard. It’s still funny every time. 

I have nothing further to add. “Flamingle” says it all.