Spring Break 2011

I really wish I had more interesting stories to tell about my spring break. However, I don't. And this is the naked truth.

I started my Friday off with one of my very best friends from work. He works every night of his life...so I waited for him to have his break for the night. We had dinner and talked about our latest issues in life. I love catching up with friends. Then, I'm ashamed to admit this, we listened to old Roy D. Mercer clips from YouTube. I cannot quit laughing just thinking about it. While growing up, my daddy used to play a cassette tape of his in his old pickup truck. We both had a good time laughing 'till it hurt. It was a good Friday.

On Saturday, I closed the cafe.. I really do like my job. After work, I went and had girl time with my sweet friend Jaimi. She and I basically told our life stories to each other. Tears. Tears. Tears. Life is so hard. It's cruel, and shows no mercy. Before the night was up, Jaimi and I decided that we were answered prayers for one another. I need a roommate. She needs a roommate. We need an apartment.

The rest of my days have been filled with praying really hard, and apartment hunting. There will be three girls in the apartment: Jaimi, Victoria, and myself. And the best option is pretty clear.. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm nervous. This wasn't what I had planned. I know that God has his own plan for me. And each day I pray for his will -- not mine -- to be done.

I had the urge to drive somewhere substantially far away this afternoon. To drive to mountains or water or tall trees. I needed to feel in awe. So I drove.

And as I drove I thought. And prayed to Him. I know it sounds silly, but a friend and I once decided that we feel inadequate. I'm sure that's a problem with most everyone at some point. The problem is, I do not know how to be anything different. Large crowds of people make me want to slide under the table and stay there. And small crowds too. The awkwardness is too loud. And there's something charming about old cartoons and old movies, and old things in general. I do not like books on a screen. I do not like them Sam I Am. I do not know how to not feel guilty about sleeping. I am the type of girl who would usually rather stay in than go out, hates 3D anything (don't get me started), and gets creepy marriage offers at work instead of dates like a normal human being. (I guess the creeps don't realize dating comes first.) I worry about being a cat lady, and growing old alone. Who will I give my husband book to..? (I'll explain that one later.)

And as I drove He told me that I was being silly. God told me not to fret. Isaiah 41:10. He told me, Katey, you are who I made you to be and I delight in you. So keep growing, but do not erase yourself. Do not blend and disappear. I have a use for everyone. Even the cat ladies.

I have prayed. I have found an apartment. And I know God will take care of me. I am so blessed.