Sunday, April 13, 2014

In Good Times

I have spent the last few months directing the school musical.  It was crazy and it was hard and it was wonderful.  We had our shows this weekend and I'm so proud of how well things went.  I came home last night with my flowers from the cast and my heart full of compliments from the community and it was glorious. And then, it kind of wasn't.

I've lived on my own for nearly ten years.  Most days, coming home to my quiet little house is a haven from the rest of the world.  I like knowing that, unless my sister has stopped by, things will stay where I put them  (even though my organizational systems are often lacking).  I love not having to consult someone when I want to do something spur-of-the-moment.  I love coming home, putting on my pajamas, and watching Netflix until bed if I so choose.  But sometimes, when something wonderful is happening in my life, and I'm full to brim with happy, I wish that I had someone to come home to, someone to celebrate that feeling with. Being single is rarely something that even crosses my mind anymore, especially when things are as busy as they have been.  But last night, I wished that I had someone to share my good times with more than I had in a long time.

It's funny to me that happy times is when this comes up the most.  I can deal with sad.  I can even deal with most of the everyday things, even taking out the trash, as much as I whine about it.  But last night, I wanted my man (however fictional he may be) to be there to watch the show, to take me out for a late dinner, to read aloud all of the sweet Facebook comments to.  Not having that put a sad tint to all of my happy.  And I really wish that wasn't the case.  I wish I was self-assured enough to just go to bed alone knowing I'd done well.  But apparently, I'm not.  I went Eeyore all over Twitter, instead.  (Much like I'm doing in this post.  Sorry, peeps.)

Maybe it's all just the emotional let-down of a stressful week.  Maybe it's just me going back to the "Will I be alone forever?" well that I thought I'd long abandoned.  I don't know.  Lonely and happy will always be better than lonely as sad, but couldn't I just feel one thing at a time?  I know that's not how it works, but it would be awfully handy.

Anyway, I'm still here.  And I have read every sweet message you left on the last post.  Thanks for being awesome.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

In Ordinary Time

Growing up Catholic, there were many of the rites and rituals that I loved--when the old manger scene was put up at Christmas, the songs we sang on Easter Sunday.  There's something magical about celebrating traditions older than ourselves, about upholding the rituals dating back generation upon generation.  As an adult, I still am fond of those things, but what speaks to my heart most now are the Sundays in Ordinary Time.

Ordinary Time is, simply put,  the Sundays when there aren't feasts or special circumstances to be celebrated, when we celebrate all of who Christ is rather than one or a series of specific acts.  It is ordinary not because it is plain or common, but because that time is counted and put in order (think ordinal numbers).  Though our hearts often cry out for the Child in the manger or the Resurrection of Easter, we live so much of our lives in that ordinary time, the time between.

I think that when we are growing up, we believe that our adult lives are going to be a highlight reel of awesomeness.  We think of all the incredible things we are going to do and say and be, and we gloss over many of the realities of everyday life.  No one grows up thinking how great they are going to be at paying their bills on time every month or how they will dominate a trip to the grocery store.  We dream of our incredible careers which we will always love with passion and intensity, and not how some days you might just want to run screaming from the premises.  We imagine ourselves rock stars of all personal relationships--having warm heart-to-hearts with friends over weekly dinners and giving our significant others and kids all the time and love they deserve.  We don't dream of the grind, of the everyday, of the ordinary.

But of truth of the matter is that even if it feels like nothing extraordinary is happening, every day counts.  There is a great power in the ordinary.  It may not feel like the life we imagined, but it's not until we fully address each day as it is that we can harness its untapped potential.  The Easters and the Christmases, the celebrations of life's milestones, may be the highs that keep us going, but its the average and the mundane that test what we are really made of.  

I realize that we are no longer in Ordinary Time on the Liturgical Calendar.  It's Lent now and historically, I have not been great at observing any real Lenten practices.  (I don't even try to give up chocolate anymore, because not even Jesus wants me, or the people around me, to suffer like that.)  But this year, I'm making an effort to really look each day fully in the face to see what opportunities it might have for me, even if those opportunities look a lot more like work.  I feel like I spend so much of my time just surviving that I forget that my days are numbered, and that there is, most certainly, a finite supply.  I want to find the joy in what appears, at first glance, to be run-of-the-mill.  I am choosing to believe it is there.  And I'm going to mine it for everything it's worth.


Blogger's note:  I know it's been forever since I posted anything.  I don't know if this is the beginning of new blogging streak or what, but I felt compelled to share.  It's likely that I will continue to post, but less often than I once did.  I'm not sure.  But I am forever grateful for the people I have met through this corner of the universe, and I still keep up with your blogs.  I'm also madly in love with Twitter, so you can always find me there @msmiller111.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Kelly's SUYL: Blogger Like Me

If you are coming by from Kelly's, first of all, Hi!  My name is Katie, and I am a 31 (almost 32) year-old, single, middle school teacher.

It's actually pretty funny that this post ends up being my first one in a little over two months.  I'll talk more about my blogging break soon, but I think now's a good time to focus on what I love about blogging.  Through my little corner of the internet, I've managed to "meet" some of the most incredible people, some of whom I have become more than just internet friends with.  It's fun to see that people from all over have been where you are, and I that's especially true when you hit the rarefied air of single and 30+.  I'm probably in a season where I'm more content than I've ever been in my life, but it's a very different season from many of my friends who are married and/or have children.  And I'd say that most of you probably get where I'm coming from.

I promise that I'm going to try to start popping in around here a little more often.  Breaks are good, but so is coming home, you know?  If you've never been here before, look around and stay awhile.  I'd love to know a little more about you.  And if you are one of my dear people, shocked that I'm finally posting again, thanks for just being you and I'd love to hear from you in the comments, too.

Happy Weekend! 

Monday, July 1, 2013

I Would Walk 100 Miles...

Those of you that follow me on Twitter or who have been following along recently know that for the month of June, my goal was to walk 100 miles.  It was actually Crystal's big idea, and at first I thought she was crazy.  Then I walked 30.94 miles in the first week.  Suddenly, it didn't seem impossible.

In the end, I walked 103.39 miles in the month of June.  I actually reached 100 miles on June 20th, and spent the rest of the month being a total slacker.  As soon as I reached my goal, my motivation was out the window.  I'm not proud of this fact, but it's completely and absolutely true.  Since July is my last full month of summer, the last full month of getting to decide my own schedule, I've decided that in July I will walk an additional 150 miles.  (Which equals out to 4.8 miles a day.)  It's completely doable, as many days in June I walked over six miles between walking outside and doing videos.

I just have to get into the habit of exercising on a regular basis.  That's really my primary goal, the weight loss has definitely been secondary.  In fact, I've only weighed once since school was out, and I don't plan to weigh again until we are back in session in August.  However, I have already had to go buy new pants, so I feel like we're headed in the right direction.  I also have a goal of at least walking a 5K in the near future, which will be a fun thing to mark off my bucket list.

Anyway, I just wanted to give a little update as to where I am and where I'm going.  It's been a great journey so far, but I'm just getting started!

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Day 30: What I Love About My Life

I've never been one of those people who was freaked out by getting older.  I skated from my twenties right into my thirties without a second thought.  But, now that I've been at this a bit, I have to say that I really love my thirties so much more than I ever thought I would.  I am so much more confident in who I am and what I believe.  I'm braver with the choices that I make, even if they are things that I know are out of my comfort zone.  I want to live better and do more and I finally get what being content with your circumstances really means.  It's just amazing.

I have a life I love passionately.  Some days, that passion may look like staying out late laughing with friends and sometimes it looks like lying on the couch watching Netflix.  It's all part of the journey, and it all makes me happy.  I feel like for a really long time, I lived by life very desperately.  I wanted things that other people had because I thought they were the things that would make me happy.  Some of those things, like marriage, are still things I would like to do, if the right circumstances came along.  Others, I now see, aren't part of where I am supposed to be, and that has to be okay.  It's weird to have developed this sort of life philosophy because I think I am one of the least navel gazing people I know.  I don't sit around and think about this kind of thing all the time.  But lately, it's just been where my head has been, and I've actually enjoyed the revelations.

Anyway, part of this wonderful life is the people who read this blog.  You, my people, are such a fantastic group, and I have really enjoyed getting to know you.  Especially those of you who came along for the ride on this 30 Day Challenge.  I think we've had a pretty good time, and if nothing else, it's gotten me back into the habit of posting regularly.  And I'm really hoping that's something I can keep up with.  (Still probably won't be every day, but we'll see how it goes.)  Thanks for being you!  You don't know how great it is to have you all for "imaginary" friends.

**No linky today.  You can leave your blog address in the comments, though!**


Saturday, June 29, 2013

Day 29: Favorite Show Or Concert

First off, sorry this is going up really late today.  My friend and I went to the late movie last night and I didn't get in until 1:00 AM.  And I'm fast finding out I may not longer be built for nights like that.  (Quick review:  The Heat had a lot of language, but it was very, very funny.)

Anyway, today's about the best concert or show we've seen.  I've been to a ton of concerts and shows.  My first was The Judds and Oak Ridge Boys when I was four.  While I don't remember it clearly, it does still come to be in bits and pieces because it was something I truly loved.  My maternal grandparents would take me to see a show every year when I was younger.  Sometimes a concert, usually a touring company of a Broadway show.  I've even been lucky enough to see several Broadway shows in New York.  So, trying to think of my favorite is difficult because there are a lot of variables.

Recently, my favorite concert was Pentatonix.  They were so good live!  Each member is ridiculously talented and they blend so well.  (Plus, I have a pretty massive crush on Avi and his beautiful, deep bass.)  My favorite concert ever remains James Taylor, whom I also saw with Amber.  Our decision to go as a side trip to our planned vacation to Charleston was one of the best decisions we ever made.  He sang for two wonderful sets, the crowd was so much fun, and it was just the best thing ever to see an artist our dads raised us on.  His voice is still as good as it ever was.

When it comes to theater, my best overall experience was when my friend, Chris, was in The Lion King, and we got to not only see him perform as Simba, but were taken on a backstage tour.  I doubt any experience with the theater is going to top that one for me.  But my favorite show is actually the very traditional Broadway fare of 42nd Street.  It's the tapping.  I can't do it, but I really, really love to watch it!

Okay, that's enough for me.  Make sure to link up!  Only one day left of the Challenge!


Friday, June 28, 2013

Day 28: The Purse Game

I like big purses.  Always have.  Which means that I tend to pick up lots of extra things that may or may not be normal for a purse.  If you looked into my LuLu purse at the moment, you might find:
  • My Nook
  • The plug-in charger for said Nook
  • My wallet (which is full of goodness only knows what)
  • A cell phone car charger that my SIL gave me
  • Two wine corks from the last winery adventure
  • Random cash and receipts strewn throughout
  • Two pair of sunglasses
  • A can koozie
  • A notebook
  • Random ink pens 
  • A travel hairspray
  • A hairbrush
  • My cell phone (if on the move)
  • Mini-lotion
I think that's about it.  During the summer, I don't keep much makeup in my purse because I'm always afraid I will leave my purse in the car and it will melt everywhere.  Even so, all of this would not win me the purse game among my friends.  

What do you keep in your purse?