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I'm Gennean, a digital content creator and wandering wild heart who is passionate about travel, a good cup of tea, all things Harry Potter, and keeping it real.  You can find me writing all of the things over on my blog, hosting a little podcast called Wild Hearts, and capturing beautiful people and places from behind the lens of my camera.

 
 
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» To a Child Dancing in the Wind — Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water's roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind. What need have you to dread The monstrous crying of wind? — W.B. Yeats I've not been one to connect much with poetry, but I came across this one recently and couldn't help but resonate with every line. In a world filled with more than enough reason to become hard and callous, I want to be like that child dancing upon the shore — not because I'm oblivious to the things happening around me, but because I am far too busy focusing my gaze on something so much greater 🌊
» ON CONFIDENCE⇣ Nothing boosts your confidence like successfully driving the wee roads of Ireland, particularly when it includes going up a Jurassic Park-esque incline + reversing down a cliffside for an oncoming tour bus. Re: confidence, I’ve realized something this year: for more than two decades, I've spoken countless lies over myself / my body, starting from when I was a child. I’ve always felt too average looking, too big, too “rectangular”, too soft, + too missable, and have had no problem telling myself so. Over time, these negative thoughts morphed into "the truth" and it’s been a real battle to believe anything else for more than twenty years. I've not been wild about sharing this bit, but here we go... a few months ago, a friend lovingly confronted me saying she believed I had a form of body dysmorphia, a disorder I knew a little about but never thought applied to me. Soon after, another friend mentioned the same. So I did some research + took a test, soon realizing that they were right: I was — and probably always have been — dealing with dysmorphic feelings / thoughts about my self-perceived physical flaws. I was scrolling through old photos the other night from 2, 5, even 10 years ago, and couldn’t help but think “wow I looked good” — quickly followed by the reminder that I never thought that way at the time. I felt the same way then that I still often do: I am too ____. But what a f*cking waste of energy, time, + emotions that's all been, y'all. As I close out this two-year season of nomading around the world + prepare to settle into some normalcy, routine, + my rapidly-approaching thirties, I am officially declaring the war between my body + mind over, and proclaiming real health + confidence over the dysmorphic thoughts that have taken up space for too long. First step: more time spent in + with Truth. Second: actively moving my body + drinking more water. And third: telling the negative, warped thoughts to suck it. I’m sure that — like most things — this will be a journey, but I am here to see it through. Remember: there's no better time than right now to decide that you deserve better xx
» I'm back in one of my favorite places in the world and it's even better than I remembered. So thankful to spend the next few weeks where the mountains meet the sea writing, dreaming up some new things, and planning for what (and where) is next ✨
» When the third dad-aged stranger asks you to "please step away from the edge" because they "care about your safety" and you finally oblige. Sorry y'all, I'm just a RiSkTaKeR4LyF 🙈
» Been in the moment too much lately to remember to post here but 👋🏼 hi we made it to Galway and are having the best whirlwind of a time in Ireland 🇮🇪
» Sláinte! My girl @kaitlinwernet is in Ireland and I could not be happier! In less than 24 hours, we've hit up the Guinness Storehouse, a pub with trad music, Trinity College and the Book of Kells, St. Patrick's Cathedral, seen authentic riverdancing, and clocked in over eight miles of walking. Now we're off to stay in a castle for a few days before making our way around the south of Ireland 🇮🇪 Let the road trip fun begin!