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What fills your barrel?

Most of the day today I was thinking about the types of things you might like to hear about from me. If you have any suggestions, please, don't be shy, I'd love to hear from you too!

But for now, I'll let you in on what's been going on in my head. This weekend during church, our pastor asked, "What fills your barrel?" And it's been consuming me. What fills my barrel?

Okay...what barrel? What is this crazy woman talking about? Let me explain :) Imagine your life as an open empty barrel with a hole in the bottom. You have things in your life that fill you up, energize you, make you happy; and you have things that drain you, make you tired, cause anxiety. You MUST have more things that fill your barrel than empties, our you will burn out. So...what fills your barrel?

I have my list, so here's a little bit more information for you to get to know me better.

1. Movie/tv marathons with my husband. I LOVE to sit on my butt all day long and stare at the screen. It's so good for me I couldn't even begin to tell you. Currently we are catching up on NCIS, but I'll watch most anything....except for lifetime for women. You've seen one, you've seen them all!

2. Game nights/spending time with friends. I'm a firm believer that you're never too old for monopoly, trivial pursuit, scrabble, risk, or card games. Ever.

3. Crafting. It just makes me feel accomplished, even though a ridiculous number of hours are spent on pinterest trying to figure out what I want to make next. Here's my latest project:
These are made out of....toilet paper rolls. Amazing. And cheap. My favorite kind of home improvement!

4. Church. I have never ever experienced the love of Christ in my life like I have at my church. I know some mornings I wake up and go, "ughh I want to sleep in on my Sunday," but when I get there I get super pumped up with the music, listen to a message taught directly from scripture, and like I've mentioned before...Jamey usually has to drag me out or I would talk to people through the following day. I absolutely love being there, and it fills me up like no other.

What drains me?

1. Complaining. I get into the habit of complaining. A lot. As thankful as I am for the life I have been giving and the blessings I have received, I quickly fall into the "I want more" category. Why was I not born an heiress? ;-) Why do I not have this? Why can't I do that? This is very draining, and I need to work on it. I'm a work in progress

2. Lack of sleep. I am one of the few people I know who finds sleep to be a time-waster. I have things to do! Darn body and its 'physical needs'. Even when I'm tired I will keep going...and the grouchier I get. I hated naps as a kid, I don't sleep as much as I need to as an adult. I think this will all change come June...but for now this is how I am.

3. Not exercising/eating right. I did NOT include this on my "fills me up" list....only because I don't like exercising and I like eating junk food. However, I notice that when these are lacking in my life, I feel even worse. I need to move 'Exercising/eating right' to the list above, but for now it remains in the "I acknowledge this would be good for me if I did it, but I don't like doing it" list :) One day this will change as well.

What can I do to fill up my barrel and minimize the effects of what drains it? Something to think about there, a challenge given to our church community. I did eat a stuffed green pepper for dinner, that's a start....right?


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  1. You are so wrong about lifetime movies! Are we related?!

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  2. It's interesting that you mentioned not being an heiress as the thing to complain about. :-) When I was really young, I used to pray to become a princess, saying, "God, if there really is a God, make me a princess," and I didn't understand why it didn't happen if God was really real. What is most interesting, however, is that just a few months ago, I was sharing this funny story with my girlfriends, and they reminded me, "Actually, you are a daughter of the King, so God answered your prayer." I thought that was so amazing! And we are co-heirs with Christ, according to Romans 8. Anyway, I found that so encouraging when my friends reminded me. I am God's princess daughter, and my inheritance is better than what I could ever imagine! :-)

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  3. Kristen I love that! I hadn't thought about it that way before :)

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