About

Allow me to introduce myself.

I’m Mackenzie, but call me Mack. Or Mack Daddi if you’re feelin’ spicy 😉 Or Mother of *Wiener Dogs if you’re also a Game of Thrones fan.

I’m a student at DePauw University (roll tigs!) and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. But I’m excited. I’ve got some big ideas up in this mind.

Obviously I like to write, or else I wouldn’t have The ‘Nut. This blog is an extension of myself, like an extension of my thoughts. I don’t post my blogs to make money off of affiliate links from Amazon products, nor do I tell you how to get the perfect “effortless, but actually took a lot of primping” beachy waves. But I do share pieces of my personal life in hopes of finding a connection to your life.

I’ve never been a good journal-er, no matter how hard I try I just can never do the whole “Dear Diary, today I woke up at 6. I had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. My dog pooped on my new rug. What a crappy day. (pun intended)” So I’m not a journal person in that sense because I know I’d try too hard to make it smooth and poetic. That’s just not my forté. Sure I’ll journal here and there if I’ve had a really special day that I never want to forget; I’m a sentimental gal 150%. Blogging doesn’t take away from the sentimentality, though. I can still look back on the words I strung together in 2018 to illustrate my 18 year old thoughts.

Starting in second grade, I was a little author. Actually, writing was my least favorite activity in school. I dreaded when the teacher announced that we had to write 15 lines about whatever overplayed topic she picked that day. 15 one inch lines with the horizontal dotted line in the middle were my enemies. I’d get caught using TWO thumb widths in between each word instead of one just so I wouldn’t need to write as much. Even though I despised writing, my teacher raved on and on to my mom about how great of a writer I was (really, how great of a writer is any child in second grade?). My teacher always said I’d be an author someday and I denied vehemently. Yet, look at me now. I’m a writer.

I discovered the cathartic nature of writing during the early years of high school when I was having some issues with my love interests. Purging all of my feelings onto paper proved to be a holistic remedy for my emotions, which saved me in a way because I had never known how to express my emotions otherwise. So now, I keep a written journal for all of my venting and ranting. It helps to process my emotions. And plus, I can’t air ALL my dirty laundry out on the Internet now can I??

Flash forward, and here I am. And here you are.

A question I hear often is, “How do you feel comfortable enough to put yourself and your emotions out to the public like that?”

And to that, I simply shrug. I don’t really have an answer. It helps me to dump everything into a word pile to create a meaningful piece of writing. And my readers make sense of that word pile and they go from there. I think vulnerability is a rare thing nowadays. If people can see into some of the dimmest crevices of my being, then maybe I’ll inspire them to open up as well. (The outside validation from readers isn’t so bad either) Posting my struggles is a way for me to keep it real with people, and a way to create a sense of community. I hope you relate to my words, and I hope I create a sense of meaning for this crazy little thang called life. I’ll walk you home.

Now, in the meanwhile, I’ll be trying to live my life rather than merely taking up space on our beloved planet.

XXX999

MACK