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Name: Kate
Birthday: 7/30/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Laughing at almost everything, reading when I want to, watching Friends, and acting on my love language of quality time.
Expertise: Wit, smart comments, and the like.
Occupation: Advertising
Industry: Business
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Member Since:
11/11/2003
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| I finally had my quarter life crisis. I am 27. I have always been a bit of a late bloomer. It was about time to question my life and what I was doing with it. It was a little unnerving but I think I made it through the crisis.
It's interesting to think back about life, where I've been and where I'm going. I love how I have changed. I don't think I've changed that much but I am different. My priorities are different, my likes are different. I like being home (which has always been the case) but I like being home because I've built the home I have.
I know where I have been but I have no idea where I'm going. For some reason I think I should know but that isn't fun. I've been thinking a lot about my future and who or what that might entail. I've discovered that I lack in the area of trusting God for what He deems best for my life. I know the Lord provides, I've seen the Lord provide and yet it is so very hard for me to think that the Lord can provide a future, my future.
Now that I've somewhat calmed down about what my future holds I relinquished my tight grasp on the reigns and let the Lord take over. Oh I know it will be difficult to just sit beside Him and watch. I know there will be times when I want to take over and I'll be a backseat driver but for now I'm going to see just where He'll take me and what He'll do. I'm resting in the fact that He knows what He is doing.
I thought the car of life was an automatic when all the while the Lord was driving a manual.
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| Xanga, my dear old friend I have missed you. I was blinded by the prospects of other sites that should not be named. But the prodigal daughter has returned. --I thought you all would love a dramatic verbal entrance. You're welcome.
Every time I log on to xanga I like to reminisce about where I was at the start of this blog and how I have progressed. Some things never change though. It's March and I have a cold (I'm always sick in March) and I'm still single and quite content with it. I don't know if other people can read past blogs but if you can I encourage you to read mine. I wrote a blog that still holds true today way back in 2006 or 2007 around this time. I'm pretty sure it is 2006 but if that turns out to be me complaining about something then it is 2007.
It was good to see you again. Maybe my next appearance will be sooner rather than later.
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Remember when you were younger and any random schoolboy would come up to you on the playground and push you down because he thought you were cute? I've decided that as you get older nothing really changes in that scenario except the setting. Nowadays my "playground" is my office or any given restaurant. I've had things thrown at me, water attempted to be spat upon me and arguments for the sake of arguing with me all used as what I can only imagine as ways to flirt with me. I'm 26 my days of playing on the playground are over. There are other ways of getting my attention; for instance talking to me politely, inquiring as to how my day was or asking what I did over the weekend. I believe men find these methods boring and impractical. They must think, "Hey, if I throw this at that girl and she doesn't run screaming she must be a keeper". Seriously, what can be going through their minds? When do they realize that the jungle gym over in the corner of the playground is actually the copy machine? I cannot fathom being married to, let alone dating someone who is most likely a taller version of their kindergarten self. If I had longer hair I would wear it in braids and see if I could get any takers. I'd imagine it would work. If my options stay as those listed above I'd rather be pushed down on the playground and call it a day. That or revert to the caveman days and just be clubbed over the head and dragged off to some cave. That would make this way easier.
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| I'm tired of snow. I do love snow, however this has gone on long enough. I'm done with the winter. I need spring to be here. I miss the spring. I miss the freedom of not having to clean off my car every morning, or not having to wear a coat and a hat and gloves and a scarf....need I go on?
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| Apparently 2008 is going to be the year where I contemplate a lot of things and then do nothing about them. I usually have a feeling of indifference about things. But what are you gonna do? See there it is again. Is it bad to feel indifferent about things that don't really matter? I don't think so. I guess that means that I'm not indifferent on the matter. Hmmm.
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