Where did you go?

There’s this crazy little lie running rampant in our culture…and it’s only going to get worse. We can do it all, they told us. 

But what do you want?  What do you really need?

A few months ago a friend of mine posted the following on Facebook.

Priorities...
1. God
2. My husband
3. My daughter
4. Work

I said “Don’t forget yourself” and her response was “Lol, oh yeah, and her! :)

Free to...You decide

I recently attended a conference.  At the beginning of this conference I decided that I wouldn’t let anyone or anything influence my experience.  I showed up for me.  On the first night of this conference the woman at the front of the room asked some questions and made some statements that hit me like a ton of bricks.

-You are the author of your story.

As she continued to explain, she pointed out that we were all in charge of our lives.  She gave us permission to take responsibility for our stories and to create a new path 

for our lives.  Next she said

Choosing Contentment

When I was 22 years old I had just graduated college from a small University in southeast Kansas.  Luckily for me I had a job lined up in the Great State of Texas. All I wanted was to be in the same state as My Dude.  We had spent the last 4.5 years dating long distance (best thing that ever happened to us…remind me to tell you about that later) and I couldn’t wait to be closer to him.  Things were so simple then.  I had no one else to consider or worry about.  Just concerned about my life and where it was going. 

Over the next few years we had more and more friends that were getting married, buying houses, getting new cars.  You know the story.  And somewhere in that time from 2004 to 2006 the comparison disease grew.  Looking more and more at what others had and comparing my life and where we were at to our friends and how far ahead they seemed to be.

....and that doesn't change anything

I weigh 230lbs

I wear a size 18 pants and XL shirt

I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall

As I lay in bed last night thinking about the truth of these statements, I had the thought.  So what does that mean?  I was aware over the next 5 minutes that playing in my mind were all the things I "should" feel about it. 

Why?

Insignificance

I struggle with insignificance.

There it is. In black and white.  A little truth about me.  Just seeing that sentence makes me want to slowly move over to the corner of the room.  And the other part of me wants so desperately to be seen.

A few years ago I was up early one morning reading Jillian Michael’s book Unlimited, and I can’t specifically remember what I was reading (though I may look later), when all of a sudden it hit me.  INSIGNIFICANCE.  I paused and thought.