Tweeters

Hi, my name is Katie. I'm 23 years old, living at home now and it's been almost a year since my last sub-tweet...

The years 2011 and 2012 were rough... learning years in the world of Twitter.  Or like why tell anyone directly about anything when you have anywhere from 45-150 followers to discern the meaning of your quotes by the famous people, who I'm sure you're not entirely sure if they said that, or if you really buy into the saying that's situationally appropriate, but you might hit that star anyways.  Tonight I almost did it again. 

I'm entirely too old to be on twitter tweeting about feelings. Like why cryptically subtweet in 140 characters or less when I have an infinite amount of space to be cryptic and mysterious thanks to blogspot, I mean, am I right... to write? .... oh that's no what Wikipedia is for? Sorry, my bad. 

 I've come out really strong in 2013. I have really. Communication is key, and weird cat pictures and jokes about being a single-twenty-something-living-at-home with those cats have gotten me more followers. You're welcome, Internet. 

I wrote this down, and I wrote it down for a reason.

'Things have a life of their own,' the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent, 'it's simply a matter of waking up their souls. '

Stop, Crack and Roll

I just got off the phone. It's one of those nights where I thought I would sleep immediately and should be exhausted after a day of doing absolutely nothing productive. I hung up the phone thinking that I coulda been cooler or I could've not talked about that thing or maybe it was fine and he'll still want to talk to me tomorrow. Maybe. 

There was this real conversation that happened, and then after was the conversation that could happen to the he on the other end of the line, or to you that's reading this very second. A hypothetical one that opens the flood gates to something or to everything. All the things. 

This is how it goes. 

Me: What do you want to do? 

You: Uh what?

Me: What do you want to do? 

You: Um, what do you mean? 

Me: What do you want to do? Anything. Think broad terms here. 

You: Ha... Okay... I don't know. 

Me: Do you want me to go first? Fine you idiot. I will. 

I want to write down everything I WANT to do so that 1) it isn't stuck in my head anymore and b) so that I can be accountable for the life I think I want at this very moment in time. 

I want to write. I want to write. I want to write. And then after, maybe be proud about it. I've been avoiding this entire blog for MONTHS because I couldn't bear the thought of my thoughts in front of my face. Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard? It's like I'm sitting at a desk, looking outside a window at all the potential (or just looking at all the possible attempts and tries and good efforts) and I'm wondering when I'm going to get up and go outside and play. It's beautiful out there. What am I waiting for? The adventure has begun, there is no use stalling it until something more exciting comes around, get a move on girl. 

I want to be okay with my body, because exercising is irritating and so is being 'gluten free' but somebody has to do it... And that's probably not going to be me. I live for ice cream and doing an extra lap at the gym( that's a complete lie). But really....Self confidence and body confidence are two very different things and too often they get confused.... And sometimes the lack of either or makes me cry. Hard. 

I want to move to California, or New Zealand or somewhere else. I want to live somewhere, someplace that isn't here. It's not a cliche to want a lot of stamps in my passport, it's a right. No pun intended, but I intend to exercise that right. People move across the world everyday to start over. I don't want to start over, I just want to keep on going. 

I want to be funny. I want to laugh, laugh with, be laughed at. Cause it's okay. 

I want to sing all the time. Cause it's okay. 

 

I want to watch documentaries because they give me opinions on things I didn't even know I should have opinions about. (They're not only conversation starters but after I watch one, I can know things about life inside the Russian prison system that you'd never even think about. Think about THAT, why don't you?)

I want to follow my 7-10 year plan. I want my parents to die of old age. I want to die of old age. I want people to buy my e-book that could go on sale anytime between the years 2016-2045. I want to play an instrument. I want my children to be readers. I want a bicycle with a basket. I want to stay weird forever. 

I want to do all things I want to do. Maybe I even physically, literally, emotionally need to do all the things I want to do.

What do you WANT to do? What in the fuck all above is holding you back? What is keeping you from what you truly care about? Stop with the bull hockey . Put that old newspaper down, push the cat off your lap and get up off the couch and want for something. 

... As I preach from my very own bed, in my very own bedroom...everything I want feels so far away sometimes, you know?

You that's reading this can I tell you one last thing I realized after all the gushing? I think the window is cracked.

Perks

This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

----The last lines of the Perks of Being a Wallflower. Lots of feelings happening. Lots of things to write about, to catch up, to do. It's taking some time, but I'm almost here again. 

Just awhile

Look y'all, I'm back. 

It's been a weird, funky and bumpy road since New Zealand--- I've been home almost twice as long as I've been away. Nothing's really happening. I'm not really anything. I thought I would be. 

FORTUNATELY.....I'm here. I'm back at Camp Burnamwood. And I made a paper mâché tree. Here, I feel like I know myself again. 

I'm directing High School Conference this week--- I've come full circle, from camper to counselor to full on director. It's a little surreal and then there's that thing where I made a paper mâché tree. 

The theme of this week is 'Rooted in Love,' and after a some (A LOT) of help the idea of creating a tree for an aspect of love came about. There's the Trunk of Trust, the Branches of Prayer, the Roots of Forgiveness, the Justice Leaves (GET IT LIKE THE JUSTICE LEAGUE?!) and the Fruit of Hope. 

 I'm writing about the 'Branches of Prayer' this eve. 

For the nights worship, we were given a little piece of paper and a pen. On it, we were tasked with writing what we are thankful for. 

I wrote simply 'This year means more to me than anyone will ever know. THANK YOU' 

2013 has really learned me good. Even though right now, I'm so unsure and insecure....I think back to my rock, and I remember where I'm standing. I'm underneath my favorite stars, standing in my favorite place.... And I remember that everything is okay. Everything is going to be just fine. 

 

Months

Holy shit fire.  

The dream-like state I was in after my feet landed on US soil was actually the jet lag-like fog my brain drifted and wandered around in for close to a week and a half after I got home. The whirlwind of an adventure and true traveling romance that began back on Valentine's day is and was exactly just that, a complete whirlwind and even now, a month later, I'm not quite sure is even real.

'Katie, now that you're home, what the fuck are you going to do now?'

A Skype interview with Roundabout U

Through the power of editing magic, it looks like I skyped with Olivia Medovich in the Roundabout U studio at Murray State University. Secretly, I know that that was not the case.

 Terrible interview on my part (7AM New Zealand time and nerves), but still happy to be apart of the Roundabout U Family!

Check out the interview here, or don't if you have a happy life to lead, or like stuff to do:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hUPa0jasZw&list=UULLBhCxGxrhTF88VzjsWM8w&index=19