i attacked it

So yesterday, one of the guys was at my desk working on adjusting some info in PDC, and I was sitting in the chair across from my desk. We somehow got on the topic of running, and I asked if he was doing the 5k in a few weeks, and he said no. He then reminded me that he was the cross country captain in high school, and I asked him if he actually got joy out of running. He said yes, and that he used to get a buzz from running.

I think it's all mental, but I don't really like running, per se. I do it. When I'm playing basketball, or flag football, or any other activity that might require one to run, but I don't just run to run for kicks and giggs.

I realized what he meant last night when I was at the gym. I met up with one of the girls that I used to work with, and she came to Latin with me.

Something was different last night. And I liked it. I. attacked. it.

Pretty excited - Sunday from 2-4 they are doing a special Latin/Zumba class. I.will.attack.that.

I need time away. I need to A. Win the lottery stat, and B. have my own plane so I can fly wherever I want, whenever I want. Or buy a camaro. And then drive wherever I want. Yahhhh.

I wish there was an off switch for my brain. And I wish I could teleport. I wouldn't be sitting here in this office, that's for sure. I'm thinking either a quaint little cabin in the woods on a lake to include some hiking and frolicing through fields of flowers, or a quaint little cottage on a beach to include a cabana and a sailboat and walks on the beach. And to include a certain boy....

Immediately.

Thanks.

workin hard orrrrrrrr.....

My Kait got home last night. YAY! I got home from work and did an ab work out, and figured I wouldn't see her face until about 5:30-ish. I was in my bathroom when I heard the door open and I heard her voice, and I went running around the corner and right into her arms. Of course, I screamed like a girl, and we did the whole pick-up-spin-around hug.

I love her. :) WOO! I slept really good last night, too. I think part of it was knowing she was at home safe and sound.

My phone rang last night - it was young Evan. He was driving the truck back from Asheville this weekend, and Josh was supposed to pick him up and bring him to the airport this morning. Young Kosmac was freaking out because Joshua was not answering his phone, and I assumed my role as the middle-man as per usual. :)

"Karen, have you talked to Josh?!"

I laughed. "Um, nooo....why?"

"Because he is supposed to take me to the airport in the morning. Did you talk to him at all today?!"

"Yeah, he said he was going to pick you up, but you better call and remind him because he said he might forget."

"I did try to call him, Karen. He isn't answering. Eeeeee."

Sometimes, Evan is dramatic. And by sometimes, I mean all the time.

"Evan, call him back and leave him a message. He is probably taking care of his son or hanging out with his wife or drinking beer or something important like that. He won't forget you, dude. Just call him back."

Evan calmed down. A little. Then he said he'd see me in the morning followed by, "Thisconversationisoverbye."

Never fails.

I heard Josh and Evan on the elevator this morning and I got all excited because it was just like old times. I went running around the corner and screamed like a girl and flew into his arms. Apparently, this is a trend.

"Calm DOWN, Karen."

Typical. :) Also typical, Evan waited until approximately 41 minutes before his flight departed to check in online, and when I tried to get him checked in (yep, because once I'm your admin, I'm always your admin) it said, "Your flight has already departed."

I. could. not. stop. laughing.

In typical dramatic Evan fashion, he ran around the office and gathered his stuff and ran upstairs without grabbing his confirmation number.

I waited for my phone to ring.

5 minutes later:

"Karen, what's my confirmation number?! Hurrrrrrrry."

I gave it to him.

"Okthanksgottagobye."

Our little trainwreck. :)

Ew. Time for a staff meeting.

I would also like to advise on the status of 409's office floor slideability today.

AWESOME. I've had 3 realllllly good slides in there already today. I'm talking "Risky Business" slideability.

Alllllllllllllllll in a days work. ;)

this journey...

So, I'm working on my bucket list. I started one a few months back, but it was pretty lame. I'm doing a revision.

My right eye won't stop twitching today. I think I read once that it has to do with caffeine or stress or lack of sleep or something like that. Whatever. It's annoying.

So last night I was laying in my bed trying to fall asleep. It was pretty late, and I should have passed right out, but instead, I just layed there. I tossed and turned and tried to get in a comfortable position, but something was nagging me. Sometimes I think it's where I live...I've never been really happy living there, but now that I've lived there for so long, it just sort of works. I'm also in a position where I can't really make a move until I know for sure what is going to be happening with my job in the next 6 months or so. It wouldn't make any sense to break my lease and sign a new one when I have no idea where I am going to be.

So I switched positions again, and this overwhelming urge to cry out to God swept over me almost exactly as it had a few nights ago. Except this time, the urgency I felt was different. I don't know how to explain it exactly...

When I get frustrated, I cry.

And I was frustrated in that moment. And I let that frustration fuel me. I let it course through my veins and when the tears came, I let them go. I really let them go.

I wasn't sad. I wasn't angry. I was frustrated. It made me think about a scripture...something about the flood of my tears....

Which made me more frustrated that I was frustrated and that I was crying. I finally opened my mouth and said it. I told God I was frustrated. That I didn't understand what was going on. And that's all I could say....that I didn't understand. Between my tears, I just kept saying, "I don't understand..."

"But I do."

I don't understand, but You do.

And then I prayed.

I woke up this morning and I realized that something was happening. My attention was being caught and it wasn't coincidence. I knew better than to believe in coincidence.

I also know that what's happening is right...and despite being tired and worn out, despite the tears, it's okay. He's trying to catch me.

My BFF just text me and said the most amazing thing. When I told her that I've been doing so much thinking and I didn't know what else to do but to turn it over...she said, "And I think that's such a genuine, perfect place to be. He just wants to know you still want Him there next to you."

Beautiful.

And how humbling is that? It brought tears to my eyes to think of Jesus standing before me and looking me in the eye and saying, "Do you still want me to stand next to you?"

Of course I do.

Of course I do.

grace

It's kind of gray out today. So much for the "partly sunny" day...I see no sun. Not partly, at least.

When I was in the shower this morning, I was going over my to do list for the day. Grocery shopping, ab work out, clean the living room carpets, laundry, clean, wash the car, get gas, Bristol race, relax. I've done 2 things off of that list. I ran to Publix this morning and restocked on the necessary items, and I'm currently doing laundry while watching the race. When it's gray out like this, I always want to put on sweatpants and pretend its freezing cold out and seek shelter in the comfort of my home. It's hasn't really been gray on the weekends lately, so I think I'm just taking advantage of it.

So I was leaning against the wall between my living room and bedroom, just looking around my place, trying to figure out what I wanted to do next, when I looked down at this basket that has a few books in it that sits on my end table by my couch. I grabbed "Blue Like Jazz" by Donald Miller out of the basket and cracked it open to where I left off last time. A few pages in, I got to this paragraph:

"Accepting God's kindness and free love is something the devil does not want us to do. If we hear, in our inner ear, a voice saying we are failures, we are losers, we will never amount to anything, this is the voice of Satan trying to convince the bride that the groom does not love her. This is not the voice of God. God woos us with kindness, He changes our character with the passion of His love."

Thanks, God. :)

See previous blog.

"...everything rides on hope now, everything rides on faith somehow..."

A few nights ago I walked into my room and was making my way to the windows to close the blinds, when I was halted and fell to my knees.

I hung my head, amazed at how I couldn't even take another step without dropping to my knees first.

And that's when the tears fell.

I couldn't even begin to wrap my mind around what it was that I was feeling - all I knew was that if I didn't stop and turn it over, it would eat me alive. A thought had crossed my mind earlier that evening, and instead of just letting it pass, my ego decided that it should hang on to it and keep flashing it across my brain as if the thought were of my own creation, when it wasn't at all.

The mind is a funny thing.

As I was on my knees, one thought occured to me as I sat there with my head hanging and tears falling.... "Where did that girl go?" I just sat there and cried. In a matter of seconds, the last 10 years of my life seemed to flash before my eyes and it was like I was watching the fall of myself. All of those negative things that I was told suddenly came back into my mind... Where did that girl go that used to rush to His feet to lay it down and actually LEAVE it there, believing in faith that He was in complete control? Where did she go? "Lean not on your own understanding. Lean not...lean not...lean not...." It kept repeating in my head. What scripture was that?

I eventually got back on my feet. And the questions started whirring around in my brain. How did I let things go back then? Do I even remember how to do it now? Why did I even let those thoughts come into my brain? How did they even get there? What was going on that was causing my heart to feel so heavy?

I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the picture that is in my bookcase and I felt the tears still streaming down my face...you don't deserve any of this happiness. You don't deserve anything. What makes you think you are good enough? You're not. You don't. You don't.

I shook my head. No.

Where did that girl go?

Then I felt in my heart, "Proverbs." Oh. Ok. So I grabbed my Bible. I wiped the tears haphazardly from my face, and sat down. Sooo...... Proverbs? I started thumbing through the chapters and read verses here and there but I had no idea why I was there.

Eventually it hit me out of nowhere....Proverbs 3:5-6.

More tears. I don't deserve this. How is that He is so good to me?

I got to the chapter and read the verses:
"Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he's the one who will keep you on track."

I'm notorious for trying to figure things out on my own. And God knows that. I reread those words again and again. I spent the rest of the night contemplating and throwing questions out, and tears kept coming, and I begged for some sort of release.

At some point in the night, I must have finally fallen asleep. I woke up a few minutes before my alarm went off and I laid there and gazed up at my ceiling with zero desire to get out of my bed. But, I realized it was Friday, it would be a relatively easy day at work, and then I had the weekend ahead of me to look forward to. Somehow, I made it through my morning routine and made my way to OIA.

I was sitting at my desk at work that morning when an email popped up from a friend back home - she has known me since I was 8 years old, my parents and hers are best friends, and they are more like family to us than anything. I hadn't heard from her in months. Her and her hubby and kids were on their way down to Orlando, and she was asking a few questions about things, how I was doing, etc. So I'm reading, and I get to the last line of her email which says, "You deserve all the happiness in the world!"

God is amazing. I do, don't I?

I went through the rest of the day trying to get my heart and my soul to grasp back on to the truth that I do deserve the best, that I do deserve happiness. Isn't it crazy that in one instant....in a mess of negative thoughts, the grip I had on everything started slipping? I wasn't going to have it. I knew I'd get over whatever this was, but man, I was struggling...

At the end of the day, I gathered my stuff and was heading out the door when the guys said they were headed upstairs to Fox Sports to get a few drinks and unwind. "You stickin around, Gorbett?"

Why not?

We were laughing and sharing stories and cheers'd to never leaving the airport. I was leaned back in my chair people watching and was kind of removed from the conversation the guys were having...they were talking about drains and ladders and steel and I zoned out.

I saw his ACU's out of the corner of my eye, and I watched as he made his way to the bar and took a seat next to a gentleman already sitting there. Of course, in that moment, my thoughts went halfway around the world, and a smile played on my lips...which didn't go unnoticed. Josh punched my arm, "Hey doucher, where are you?"

"Right here Josh! Hangin out!" He patted my shoulder and just smiled. He's good like that.

They returned to their conversation which now had turned to guns and Poppy's newest tater gun that he just finished. The soldier at the bar overheard their loud mouths and made his way over to our table and talked guns with them for awhile. I ordered him a shot, and he expressed his thanks and pulled up a chair. He asked us what we did, he looked at all of our shirts and realized we worked for a construction company and wanted to know how I fit in the mix with these guys. Of course, all the guys start chiming in and giving their opinions about how I fit in, and he just looked at me and laughed...."And you look so sweet and innocent!" We all got rowdy and loud and tossed stories back and forth, he took a double shot of whiskey, and headed off to catch his flight. I told him I appreciated his service and wished him safe travels, and the guys got all manly and started doing fist bumps and high fives and handshakes and patted him on the back as well. Another round, and then I headed home.

I changed out of my work clothes into some comfy pants and a tank top, grabbed my binder full of poetry and plopped down in the middle of my living room floor, and tried to find where that girl went.

I went directly to March 2000, and started reading there. That was when my life changed, when everything started falling apart, and when I really realized what it meant to lean on God. I read through a few poems, cried a little bit at the memories, and then decided to distract myself by cleaning my dining room carpet.

It happens.

I fell in to bed later that night, and when I woke up this morning, I had this overwhelming surge of peace and happiness. Maybe joy really does come in the morning. Maybe someone touched God for me while I slept. Whatever the case may be, when I started my day today, whatever it was that was weighing me down and causing me to be discouraged, was gone.

I've got a lot to look forward to, a lot of things to hope for and be happy about, and ... that girl, wasn't hard to find at all.