i just want to scream.

It constantly amazes me that i go through times in my life where i think i can do it alone.

I can handle everything, and anything by myself! And it is never until sometime later when i am knee deep in a gobalty gook mess of things that i ask myself the question…

WHY DO I EVER THINK I CAN DO THIS ALONE?

Because the truth is i cant.

I am physically, mentally, and spiritually not capable.  And its humbling ya know, to know i have God that loves me enough to make it where i can’t and don’t want to not have him by my side through the day to day.

I feel as if everytime i get to this point where I ask myself “why do i ever think i can do this alone”, God is just smiling and giving a supporting yet personal chuckle, as if to say “now you got it kid”. 

He amazes me ya know… God. He amazes me.

How he can love me and love me and and keep on loving me and even when i am the most undeserving he is still there for me. Continually being my provider, my counselor, and my successor. Like i said, he amazes me and i am so grateful to serve such a merciful and gracious God.

I stand in awe.

-k

Today i awoke early for work. On the days that i have to wake up especially early i treat my self to the delectable taste of Starbucks.

I came in like any other time and sat my bag down in one of those comfy chairs. Which are so comfy, but yet freak me at when i think of all the things and people that have been in the chair before me. Never the less the comfy chair i chose. So i sat my things down and walked over to stand in line. I zoned out for a brief moment on the the sight of the marble loaf looking at me through the glass with its tasty swirly goodness. It was at that moment of divinity in which i felt a slight breathing upon my shoulder. With a jolted face i turned around to see a woman i had never before seen standing next to me… let me rephrase, standing almost on top of me. There she was peering in to the same glass dessert case, standing so close i could feel her faint toothpaste laden breath breathing down on my like fire from a dragon. There she was with her orangey hair strew every which way, waiting in line for her first cup of nectar in which i am sure she lives to have each morning. I bet she rolls out of bed and claws her way to this very coffee shop every day, not being able to function until she has had her “double shot with energy” ..i heard her order. There she was alright.

The Close Stander.

The Close Stander is what i like to call them. They are the people who if you knew them and they were standing that close it would be no big deal, because there is the friendship factor there to make the proximity of the distance of which they are standing so close to you, okay. There is a friend distance, that says “yeah we are hanging together”, “im with her or him”, kinda thing. But then there’s The Close Stander. The person you know nothing of, have never even glimpsed them in your little eye ever before in your life, you know them not… and there they are standing in the friend proximity, to close for comfort, breathing valiantly down your neck. 

Are these people constantly not wearing glasses to see the depth of field in which they are violating? Or are they merely depth impaired? Is it possible they might simply be oblivious? They just have no idea where to stand? In fact, they have never known?

Is it possible to be born a Close Stander? 

In my discomfort i moved slightly to my left in order to relieve my self from the awkwardness that The Close Stander had put me in. Only to have her move forward right back to where she was… in the UNcomfort zone. I finally made my way to the cashier where i quickly paid for my lovely marble loaf and iced coffee and made my way back to my seat. I guess the encounter with The Close Stander was a small price to pay for the sublime perfection of marble loaf, iced coffee and a comfy chair.

-k

thanks jessdarling!

I did a shoot a few weeks ago for this new christian band coming out.

They are amazing people and it was the biggest pleasure getting to know them and take their pictures.

Keep and eye out for Morning Will Break.

Styling and Photography by: Katherine Mez with Call Me Clementine Company

Makeup & Hair by: Christine James with Eye Candy

Thanks to Lyndsy Lahrman for being the backbone of the day.

Edits by: Daley Hake

Clothing was courtesy of:

Ivey Boutique of Historic Franklin  

V4Men of Cool Springs

-K. Mez

Juliet:
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

-Romeo & Juliet

What’s in a name? Juliet said it first. Lately i have been thinking about names, and that some names are so endearing and some are just merely the name in which given to you upon birth. 

What’s in a name?

Some names are so compelling people write songs about them.

A whole song dedicated to this person with this intoxicating name.

For Example:

Angie – The Rolling Stones

Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond

Cecilia – Simon and Garfunkle

Delilah – Queen

Jolene – Ray Lamontagne

Josie – Blink 182

Michelle – The Beatles

Rhonda (Help Me Rhonda) – The Beach Boys

Roxanne – The Police

Susie Q – Creedance Clearwater Revival

Veronica – Elvis Costello

Leah (ah! Leah) – Donnie Iris

Anna (Anna Begins) – Counting Crows 

Darlene – Led Zepplin……

How is it that these names are so…well…good. They obviously have made great songs, and they can be the type of name people fall in love with, and name their children after. 

I on the other hand have the single most worst name to rhyme with… Katherine.

Matherine, patherine, natherine…..see what i mean. Not exactly  what you might call song material.

I’m no Roxanne, or Josie, or Michelle my bell. Or Caroline, or Susie Q….just Katherine.

Now granted Katherine is a classic name, its been around for centuries. Katherine The Great, Katharine Hepburn, Catherine of Aragon. But really, its kinda boring. Classic can sometimes be a nice way of saying boring. And its not that these women weren’t great, because they were. They made history didn’t they? Its just that… They were historical and not so much exciting, enticing or inspiring. Classic, Historical, and Maybe a little bit boring…is that the definition of Katherine?

Its not one of those names that grabs you out of your chair and begs you to dream about them. Its no Cecilia, or Claire, or Amelia. Its not a name you want to get tattooed on your body, its no Julia, or Lilly or Mary. Its not a name that makes you wonder about everything the person is, not close to a Delilah, or a Eleanor or a Rosalie. It’s not even one of those “new-age-kinda-weird-but-you-love-it-anyways” names like Apple, or Lieghton, or Harlow.

Its just… Katherine.

Katherine: - Kath. er. ine.  [kath-er-in, kath-rin]

–noun: -A female given name: from the greek word meaning pure. : related words: classic, historical and maybe a little bit boring (-k.mez revised)

just….. Katherine.

Katherine. Katherine. Katherine.

i dare you to rhyme with that.

*****

see what i mean.