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I am

tired
complicated
a competent and organized cook
tall
a teacher
completely competent at organizing but usually disorganized
lazy
distressed by clutter
a mommy
a closet musician
guarded
in need of a workout routine
convinced I could win Survivor
learning to appreciate wine
so happy I made cinnamon roasted almonds tonight
loyal
moral
faithful
VERY happily married
going grey
afraid of snakes
an avoider of phones
needing to pray more
most comfortable in jeans
fed in my deepest parts by the beach
an Oregonian at heart
anti-mini-van
the best chocolate chip cookie maker I know
a magazine reader
offended by arrogance
addicted to lip balm
a vintage art collector
a garage sale shopper
losing the need to fit in
comforted by tradition
a nap taker
a photographer
a writer
a parent volunteer
terrible at small talk
easily irritated
a proud mom
sentimental
almost 39 years old
selfish
lonely
not afraid to do the right thing
compassionate
a dog-lover
kept awake by my muse
a recovering church addict
a coffee drinker
thrifty
practical
under-utilized
forgetful
afraid of change
a poor housekeeper
a sister
a little bit goofy
shy
an artist
sure of less than I used to be
grateful
a chocolate snob
funny
intelligent
a little wounded
competent
unfinished
introverted
generous
a homebody
a confident public speaker
forgiven
family oriented
in love with my husband
nostalgic
a sucker for Target marketing
a person of faith
loved
blessed
in love with Jesus
a child of God.

Comments

  1. You are also:
    tenacious
    beautiful
    strong
    admired
    and greatly loved

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  2. Anonymous10:22 AM

    You are also comfortable with yourself or you couldn't share that long list. That's awesome!

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  3. You are also intriguing and enviable. Love reading about your life.

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  4. ??a recovering church addict- I think I am gonna need some details on that one.

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  5. I totally relate to the "recovering church addict thing"....
    It's a coming to terms with the way we were raised to worship,,,,for me, a lot of that was tradition that missed the heart of God's design for relationship. It's feeling guilty if I don't go to church every Sunday, or have my kids in AWANA, or sing in the choir. But, you wanted Cathy's thoughts on the matter....

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  6. Anonymous8:11 AM

    Cathy,
    I've enjoyed your view on life of late--the peace at Christmas, your honesty describing yourself. Thanks for sharing.

    It's a bit late, but I find peace in music and walking along the ocean this holiday season. My daughter sang in a choir performance last Sunday night at a community sing--all the choirs from various churches came together to perform. At the end, everyone got up and sang the Hallelujah Chorus. The music just soared, and as I watched, I was filled with this incredible sense of peace that no matter how bad the world seems, peace and faith and good will may, in fact, win out after all. This is a reminder to hope.

    HMBalison

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  7. You are very open. I like that about your posts. Keep it up? Mind if I steal this for mine? LOL!
    bree

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