I Beg to Differ

I smiled when I heard the dial-up noise in the movie "The Proposal".
I laughed when Pastor Craig made a reference to cassette players and then told us not to pretend we knew what he was talking about.
I liked walking my electric bill up to the city building.
I would rather put my tithe in that little bucket at church then hit the submit button online.
I love checking my mailbox, getting mail, and sending mail.
I enjoy time spent playing board games.
I cherish the moments that remind me of the old and not the new.

I wish kids still ran free through their neighborhoods til dusk.
I would love for my neighbor to knock on my door and ask for an egg.
I do not think I would mind rewinding and fast forwarding a tape.
It would be awesome to hear carolers in the night outside my door.
It is annoying that black Friday starts at midnight now instead of 4 AM.

I may not be very old, but I am old enough to know that I miss the slower days. While my days were probably faster than the ones my parents or grand-parents knew, I know that they are only getting faster. I hate to think what my kids will experience. My efforts to slow down are strictly personal preference and far from the norm. The world is already on fast forward and my guess is it won't be rewinding anytime soon. I do not hate all of what today has become, for a lot of it is present in my day to day life. I enjoy Internet on my phone just as much as the next person. I rarely stop for a stroll through the park. I am as guilty as they come, but I feel I have been convicted.

My plea is to return to a day when neighbors were friends and Monopoly was enough. People weren't dying for the biggest, fastest, and most expensive item on the market. This day would include time to read to your children and cook a meal from scratch. It would include watching a garden grow and holding hands in prayer. On this day people would be happy and living without debt because they're need for instant satisfaction would be no longer. Work would not be the ruler of they're lives. Families would share their time with others and work hard for what they have. Oh what a day this would be.

Technically, I am a millennial that does not value any of this.

I beg to differ.

Being an Artist is Fun

I have been doing some serious research over the last month or so. This research is all about writing. It includes reading other's writing, practicing writing, and letting my mind wander. I like what most have to say about the art of writing. You see, I have never considered myself much of an artist. I am not creative and I am horrible at creating. Some look at a blank canvas and create, others look at music notes and create. I look at something and see exactly what it is.


That is a blank canvas. Point proven.

Then there is a blank piece of paper. I see blank pieces of paper and ponder all the things I could write on that paper. I have journals at home and work just in case I ever need to just write. I love writing. I may not always be good at it or write anything worth reading, but it is freeing. Suddenly, I feel like an artist. It was not until I began doing this research though, that I realized this was art. I felt like a small child on Christmas when this hit me. I AM an artist.

Now I want to create. I want to write blogs that want to be read, I want to create entries that are engaging, and you know what, I want to write a book. Ya, that is right, a book. I read you can start with e-books that only require 30 pages. I will start with my blog and work my way up, but it is a goal. If it takes me 20 years, I will write a book. I also read that when people look for things to read they are usually looking for 1 of 3 things; education, entertainment, or inspiration. I would say that is pretty accurate. Now I just need to figure out what my form of artistry will be.

Education requires facts. Black and white information. I suppose it could be grey, but then it is probably not education material.

Entertainment requires being funny and well...God didn't exactly equip me right for that. I could probably try, but I might fail if that is my sole purpose.

Inspiration is fun, but everyone likes being inspired in different ways. I may not inspire in a way that attracts readers.

You can see my dilemma. I suppose I will continue wandering until I find my niche. It is right around the corner. I just know it. I need your help though.

What is your favorite reading material and why?

p.s. don't forget about my new blog project coming soon! I guess you could consider it my 1st writing exploration project. So, what I am trying to say is be sure to come back!

Perfect Timing

This weekend Zeb and I headed to Liberal, Kansas for Thanksgiving. Many of you may not know this, but Liberal is a special place for us. Liberal, Kansas is what initially bonded Zeb and I. In our very first conversation ever I asked Zeb where he was from and he about blew me out of my seat (I am not sure I was sitting, but you get the idea) when he said Liberal. This is a very small town in the very southwest corner of Kansas and it just happens to be where I was born. You can see why I was surprised. God planned that and it makes me smile.

So, we went to Liberal and spent the weekend with Zeb's family, my Grandma, Aunt, and little cousin. It was fun, filling, and completely relaxing. We played games as we normally do, ate lots of food, enjoyed various bottles of wine, and shared recent happenings in each other's lives. I cherish these moments probably more than I show, but they really are so precious to me.

On the way back I decided to take over driving the last half to allow Zeb to sleep and this is when I got lost in my thoughts. I remember driving to Liberal for the first time from Stillwater. I loved this drive now just as much as I did then. The scenery on that drive would not be much to most that drive it, but to me it is so special. I love the farms, ranches, animal life, green grass that Zeb informed me is wheat, and the open land. I love how simple it looks and feels. I am thankful for that drive and the places it takes me in my mind.

I will tell you what I am not thankful for and that is the wild cat we hit shortly after getting out of Liberal. Zeb tried to miss it, but it did not happen. I was completely traumatized. I buried my face in my hands and broke into tears. Zeb was so sweet in the way he tried to comfort me. He said, "Babe don't cry. It was a wild cat. It would have probably bit you if you tried to pet it anyway." He really has a way of making situations better. ;)

Finally, I have a blog project coming December 1st. I will give you more details later, but it is something I have been working on over the past week. I am not sure how you will like it or what it will end up being like, but I am excited about it. Stay tuned.

Happy Anniversary

Today marks 26 years that my parents have been married. I love them for that. In a society where divorce is the norm and faithfulness is hard to come by, they have stayed true their love for one another. I am sure it has not been easy and I bet there were definitely times when one or both wanted to walk away, but they have truly stuck by their "for better or for worse" promise.

I remember in high school being one of very few with parents that were still married. I also remember being criticized for this. At the time I just brushed it off, but now I stand proud.

Yes, my parents are still married. Yes, it has been 26 years. Yes, they love each other just as much, if not more, today than they did on this day 26 years ago. I know, it is crazy. I know, it is hard to believe. I know, it is awesome.

Thank you Daddy and Mommy (yes I still call my parents this) for showing me that love does last.

Thank you for teaching me that being faithful to your spouse is important.

Thank you for standing by one another in everything, and I mean everything, you do.

Thank you for raising 3 girls that are not only sisters, but best friends.

Thank you for teaching us the importance of family.

Thank you for your work ethic and morals that you have ingrained in us.

Thank you for being committed to eachother.

Thank you for being my parents.

I love you guys so much and I hope your 26th anniversary is perfect.

Love always,

Sasha

My Wal-Mart Experience

Yesterday I witnessed something so precious. Now, I realize that I may be the only one that finds it so wonderful because when I told Zeb he just looked at me with a puzzled expression, but nonetheless that single interaction changed my whole attitude.

As I was leaving Wal-Mart I glanced over at the little old lady that works as the greeter. This woman is there just about every time I go to Wal-Mart. Morning, night, Sunday, Thursday...you name it she is probably there. She never lets me down. She smiles and asks how I am doing everytime I walk in and waves goodbye everytime I leave. Only this time she did not say goodbye. I looked over at her expecting it and that is when I got to see the interaction between her and an old man. She said hello as she always does and then proceeded to ask how he was doing.

Before I go any further, I just want to embarrassingly admit that 99% of the time I do not even think before answering that question. No matter how I am actually doing, there is a response already ingrained in my head...Good. That is always my response. I continue on in my tunnel focused on where it is I am going and what I am needing.

At that moment, the man reached over and warmly, with a smile and all, patted the lady on her back and responded with, "I woke up this morning, so I guess that's pretty good!" And there it was, my face lit up. I loved witnessing that. I can't quite explain why. Maybe it was the appreciation for life in that sentence, maybe it was the time taken to pat her on the back, maybe it was the smile, or maybe it was just the fact that his answer wasn't the standard "good" that we all say time and time again. I adore that man for his response. It was optimism at its best and that is powerful.