What Katy Writes

How much of life do we live because that is what we truly want to be doing?  How many choices do we make based on our personal desires without taking into consideration other people? How many times have we become stressed about how we are viewed, thought of and spoken about? For me, I know that I have come to base a lot of my decisions and life choices on expectations. Whether they be my own, or the expectations of others, I find that I rarely sit back and truly examine the way my life is going and what I have achieved and what I want to achieve without thinking about the judgments of others. This frustrates me. I know a lot of people who claim to "not care what anyone thinks of them" and nearly everyone who I have heard utter that sentence with real conviction and who truly try to live like that, when I look at the people who are closest to them, they are often unhappy.  It is impossible, in my opinion, to put yourself first all the time and do only what you want to do...

When I first started this blog, I wanted to try and write a post around once a week, but all of a sudden it's 17th February 2013 and I haven't written anything since October 2012. As I sit here looking back over the last four months, nothing overly significant has happened to keep me so occupied that I couldn't find half an hour to sit down and write down some of my constantly whirling thoughts. Over the last four months I have worked, continued planning mine and Reid's wedding, celebrated Christmas and a New Year and turned 23 years old. It gets me thinking about my priorities and how much life can fly by without you even stopping to breathe and enjoy a moment.  That has definitely been my life for the past four months, probably even longer. For my whole school life, I wanted to be a teacher.  I completed year twelve in 2008 and applied to do a Bachelor of Arts with the aim of then going on to do a Masters of Teaching. I started my Arts degree, immediately felt re...

If there's something that I miss about studying the most, I think it would be the fact that every single assignment, every single reading and every single lecture had the ability to create some kind of philosophical thought in my mind.  I find it fascinating how differently every individual person thinks.  Me?  I'm a chronic over-thinker.  I analyse things to death, wonder what people's body language and facial expressions mean, whether or not there were a lot of full-stops in a text message which could mean someone is mad because of the way the sentences sound, whether or not someone's tone could have possibly been offensive or defensive - the list goes on and it becomes quite ridiculous a lot of the time. Now, while this may not be considered to be inherently philosophical as an idea on its own, the fact that my brain is preoccupied with "thinking" is truly philosophical in itself.  The longing to question everything, whether or not it is warranted, the...

Life can be funny sometimes. In fact, it is often funny all the time, just usually we can't see the joke. Lately I have been so worked up; so stressed about the littlest things and so caught up in planning mine and Reid's wedding, worrying about money and decorations and offending this person and that person, until this morning for some reason, I burst out laughing at the pure craziness of it all. When Reid first proposed to me, I swore to myself that I would enjoy the wedding planning process and I swore to my bridesmaids that I wouldn't be a "Bridezilla" - which is kind of in my highly strung (at times) nature. Our wedding is ultimately coming together beautifully.  We have the ceremony location picked, the reception location picked, I'm paying off my beautiful princess dress, I'm in the midst of organising hair and make-up, planning colours and decorations and have ordered an amazingly tasty cake - so really, it is...

I haven't had a chance to write here for a while.  Things have been insanely busy as usual.  Lots of things are happening and a few big changes are in the mix.  My fiance is now working every weekend which is going to take some getting used to.  This weekend alone has given me a lot of thinking time and it's definitely going to be a fairly hard adjustment, but that's life - money makes the world go around unfortunately, especially when we have a wedding coming up in 5 and a half months.   I'm feeling quite pensive at the moment, listening to some new music and spending the day alone seems to do that. Yesterday I caught up with a few friends which was really nice, and truly made me realise how lucky I am to have them in my life.  It's funny how much friendship changes when you leave school.  In fact it's not necessarily the friendships that change, but the people that do, which then consequently impacts on the friendships.  I was lucky ...

Today is the 2nd of September, which means it is my fiance's Birthday. It is also the first Sunday of September, which means it's Father's Day.  Putting these events together culminates in: A Day Spent With Family. I am truly lucky.  My immediate family is made up of 6 individuals (including myself) who in most aspects, couldn't be more different from one another.  My Mum is incredibly generous, kind-hearted and loving.  She goes above and beyond to do anything and everything for her husband, children and grandchildren due to her being the most family-oriented person I know.   My Dad is my rock and is also my favourite person in the world.  He is strong and protective and truly means the world to me -  we have a very special bond due to the fact that when Mum went to work full-time when I was seven, it was just the two of us most of the time.  I've always been a Daddy's girl.  My two...

People tend to love one of three places the most.  The city, the country or the beach.  For me, it is most definitely the beach.  Yesterday I was in a crappy mood.  I was grumpy and restless and wasn't really sure why; so I grabbed my iPod, put on some shoes and headed down to the beach for a nice long walk.  By the time I got home around 40 minutes later, I was happy and settled again.  As I was walking, I noticed just how much more the beach is than just sand and water.  The water is like a living, breathing organism with constantly changing heart-beats.  Sometimes it is a slow, calm beat - small waves rolling onto the shore and teasing the sand as they slowly retract back to where they belong.  Sometimes it is a slightly faster, more irate beat - bigger waves slapping at the coast with every break, white foam left bubbling in their wake until they too, disappear as the ocean takes another deep breath and pulls them ba...