Hey there.
It's been too long. I waited too long and now posting on this blog seems silly. I had such a great momentum going. It was lost somehow. But that's over. I've been revived. My gumption is back in my fingers. My mind is ready to role. I'm writing again...just not here Void, not here. If you miss me, you can find me here: Filling a Void.com
Thanks for reading! You are awesome. It's just time for me to move on.
I'm back Dear Void...I'm back.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, November 30, 2012
early resolution
I'm fat. Let me rephrase, before I get a boatload of evil stares - I FEEL fat. I know many of you will write me saying, "Stop it! You look fine! "You're beautiful." "You're not as fat as me." "Don't worry, it's all that turkey." "Don't be so vain!" "How can you write about this?"
Say all you want Void, but for me when the jeans which were loose two months ago can no longer be zipped, something's up. This is not a problem I've encountered before. Call me hyper, psycho, or crazy, but when the only pair of pants that fit comfortably are the black, stretchy kind you see people wearing to the gym - I start to freak out. When I freak out, I'm frustrated, angry and sad. When I'm sad the people around me are sad. So, in an effort to stop this - whatever it is - from spiraling to a dead halt at The Point of No Return, I'm starting my New Year's Resolution early. I thought I could "up the ante" and tell you, the Void, my plan so as not to be bested by my own personal failure to keep up with something. In other words, I need you to hold me accountable!! (If, of course, there's anyone out there who still reads this silly little blog, that is.)
So here's the plan:
Starting today, for twenty-five days, I'm putting myself on the road to a Happier, Healthier, and Not heftier Me. This plan has 3 Ultimate Goals: 1) Be happier. 2) Be healthier. 3) Be non-hefty.
How will I do that you ask? I'll tell you. No I'm not going to read a self-help book. I'm not going to get a shrink. I'm not going to buy a membership to an expensive gym. I'm going to do this:
1. Spend 15 minutes a day in the Bible and prayer.
(Sadly, I don't do this - I wish I did - What a perfect time to start!)
2. Drink 8 glasses of water daily.
(Some of you are wondering why this is a goal - if you know me at all, you know I'd drink coffee all day if I could. Doctor friends, I'm sorry you know the truth about me now.)
3. Exercise daily.
(I hate sweating. This one will be hard...but I figure if I combine some of the things I like to do with the things I hate doing, I can do it!)
4. Make healthy choices when it comes to food.
(OK, that's a given, but I'm writing it down for solidarity's sake.)
5. Do something creative daily.
(I'm leaving this one open ended - one never knows where the imagination will travel.)
I will track my progress with a daily checklist, weekly weigh-ins, and even blogs...
One final note, I know it's going to be rough out there. Christmas is around the corner - all the experts will tell me this is THE absolute worst time to start a plan like this - but I'm determined to prove them all wrong. You can help me, Void. Be my support group!
Thank-you and ttfn, I'm going to get started.
Say all you want Void, but for me when the jeans which were loose two months ago can no longer be zipped, something's up. This is not a problem I've encountered before. Call me hyper, psycho, or crazy, but when the only pair of pants that fit comfortably are the black, stretchy kind you see people wearing to the gym - I start to freak out. When I freak out, I'm frustrated, angry and sad. When I'm sad the people around me are sad. So, in an effort to stop this - whatever it is - from spiraling to a dead halt at The Point of No Return, I'm starting my New Year's Resolution early. I thought I could "up the ante" and tell you, the Void, my plan so as not to be bested by my own personal failure to keep up with something. In other words, I need you to hold me accountable!! (If, of course, there's anyone out there who still reads this silly little blog, that is.)
So here's the plan:
Starting today, for twenty-five days, I'm putting myself on the road to a Happier, Healthier, and Not heftier Me. This plan has 3 Ultimate Goals: 1) Be happier. 2) Be healthier. 3) Be non-hefty.
How will I do that you ask? I'll tell you. No I'm not going to read a self-help book. I'm not going to get a shrink. I'm not going to buy a membership to an expensive gym. I'm going to do this:
1. Spend 15 minutes a day in the Bible and prayer.
(Sadly, I don't do this - I wish I did - What a perfect time to start!)
2. Drink 8 glasses of water daily.
(Some of you are wondering why this is a goal - if you know me at all, you know I'd drink coffee all day if I could. Doctor friends, I'm sorry you know the truth about me now.)
3. Exercise daily.
(I hate sweating. This one will be hard...but I figure if I combine some of the things I like to do with the things I hate doing, I can do it!)
4. Make healthy choices when it comes to food.
(OK, that's a given, but I'm writing it down for solidarity's sake.)
5. Do something creative daily.
(I'm leaving this one open ended - one never knows where the imagination will travel.)
I will track my progress with a daily checklist, weekly weigh-ins, and even blogs...
One final note, I know it's going to be rough out there. Christmas is around the corner - all the experts will tell me this is THE absolute worst time to start a plan like this - but I'm determined to prove them all wrong. You can help me, Void. Be my support group!
Thank-you and ttfn, I'm going to get started.
Friday, November 9, 2012
who are you?
There's something about rain in California which causes me to stop and think. When I stop and think I think too much. When I think too much I get deep and when I get deep...Void hears about it.
Who are you, Void? I heard it in a talk a few weeks ago. The speaker asked us, "Who are you?" "Write it down," he directed us, "Tell me who you are."
Surprisingly, or not, many of us answered the question this way. "I am a teacher," or "I am a student," or "I am a mom," or "I am a truck driver," or "I am the CEO."
The speaker told us we'd failed. "The answer to a question, 'Who are you?' is not what you do. That's the answer to the question, 'What do you do?'"
That made sense to me, so I thought and guessed the real answer would simply be my name. "I am Katie." The speaker must have been reading my mind because next he asked, "Who are you? In other words, Who is (fill in your name here.)"
Okay, if I'm not what I do, and I'm not my name...than who am I? Feeling a mix of anxiety and identity crisis over the fact that at age 26 I still didn't know WHO I was, I began to list all the words people use to describe me. I am this, I am that, Katie is this, Katie is that...but the speaker told me those answers were wrong too. "No, no, no...those are the answers to the question, 'What are you like?'"
Flustered and quite frustrated I started from the beginning. "Who am I? Well, I was born in Wisconsin. I have four siblings. My parents are ____ and ____. They still live in the town I was born in and are the best parents a person could ask for." Again, I was wrong. I was answering the question, "Where are you from?" not "Who are you?"
Complicated! If you are not what you do, you're not what your like, and you aren't where you're from, what is the real answer to the ominous question, "Who am I?"
That's when the speaker had us open our Bibles to Isaiah chapter 43, verse 1. It read, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine." There it was! The answer we'd been searching for.
I'm not an absolutely fantastic employee.
I'm not exceptionally gifted in every sense of the word.
I'm not a Wisconsinite, a Utahan, or a Californian.
I'm better - I am God's.
I can stop looking for me under the piles of applications and resumes. I can stop defining myself through worldly views and critics. I can let all the things that have been said about me or will be said blow away on the breeze because I already know who I am. I am His. I always will be. There's nothing else to worry about because I'm just me and in Christ I'm perfect. That, my friend, is the best answer I could have heard all day.
On a final "note"...check out this song about you. Enjoy :)
Who are you, Void? I heard it in a talk a few weeks ago. The speaker asked us, "Who are you?" "Write it down," he directed us, "Tell me who you are."
Surprisingly, or not, many of us answered the question this way. "I am a teacher," or "I am a student," or "I am a mom," or "I am a truck driver," or "I am the CEO."
The speaker told us we'd failed. "The answer to a question, 'Who are you?' is not what you do. That's the answer to the question, 'What do you do?'"
That made sense to me, so I thought and guessed the real answer would simply be my name. "I am Katie." The speaker must have been reading my mind because next he asked, "Who are you? In other words, Who is (fill in your name here.)"
Okay, if I'm not what I do, and I'm not my name...than who am I? Feeling a mix of anxiety and identity crisis over the fact that at age 26 I still didn't know WHO I was, I began to list all the words people use to describe me. I am this, I am that, Katie is this, Katie is that...but the speaker told me those answers were wrong too. "No, no, no...those are the answers to the question, 'What are you like?'"
Flustered and quite frustrated I started from the beginning. "Who am I? Well, I was born in Wisconsin. I have four siblings. My parents are ____ and ____. They still live in the town I was born in and are the best parents a person could ask for." Again, I was wrong. I was answering the question, "Where are you from?" not "Who are you?"
Complicated! If you are not what you do, you're not what your like, and you aren't where you're from, what is the real answer to the ominous question, "Who am I?"
That's when the speaker had us open our Bibles to Isaiah chapter 43, verse 1. It read, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine." There it was! The answer we'd been searching for.
I'm not an absolutely fantastic employee.
I'm not exceptionally gifted in every sense of the word.
I'm not a Wisconsinite, a Utahan, or a Californian.
I'm better - I am God's.
I can stop looking for me under the piles of applications and resumes. I can stop defining myself through worldly views and critics. I can let all the things that have been said about me or will be said blow away on the breeze because I already know who I am. I am His. I always will be. There's nothing else to worry about because I'm just me and in Christ I'm perfect. That, my friend, is the best answer I could have heard all day.
On a final "note"...check out this song about you. Enjoy :)
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