I was going to be named Whitney.  Thank God my mom saw a McDonald's commercial starring a little cherub named Kelsey and decided that was the name for her unborn baby girl. Unbeknownst to her and my father, Kelsey means brave and I don't think they quite knew what they were getting themselves into.  I popped out the womb, born to raise hell and wear a beanie.

I'm going to tell you ridiculous stories that involve bravery in some aspect because I wholeheartedly believe being brave is the best thing you can do with your life.  You'll either fail gloriously and learn a ton, or you'll succeed wonderfully and be glad you didn't wait any longer. Being brave could be something as huge as moving countries or learning to not have any shame in not washing your hair for five days straight.  Yup, five days.  That's not even my record.

So here are my stories.  They aren't meant to be inspiring, they're just meant to be real.  In fact, I was usually thinking "Jesus, please let no one find out about this, because then they will know I am bat shit crazy," at the time they happened.  Then, I got over my pride, and wrote it out for you.


Now here are the differences between these blogs


"Imagine me reading this to you. Really Fast." is basically my current thoughts on anything and everything outside of Yoga and things in Africa.  Tinder dates, poop, brussel sprouts and everything in between. You'll laugh, I promise.


"What I actually did in Africa" is essentially my anti "Kisses from Katie" stance.  I'm all for charity work and helping people, but if you focus on that so much that you can't get up to a bit of mischief and laugh through the whole process you're doing something wrong. So in addition to working with kiddos, here's what really went down.