I live in a suburban town in KY. A short drive will take you past a great many fields, some expansive, and most featuring dilapidated but somehow charmingly antiquated barns and farmhouses. Tobacco fields in the summer. Cows, horses, and deer.
And of course, there are trailers, and yards littered with children’s toys, one or many broken down and rusted out cars. A great many of the yards are what you might typically expect of the hillbilly stereotype.
Despite the trashy look of some of the yards, there is much beauty to be seen in the farmers’ fields, shady wooded areas, creeks and rocks. But when things become commonplace, when we are used to seeing them day in and day out, we forget how amazing some of the little things in our world are.
I admit to being dismayed when I drive through a beautiful area and a hulking industrial structure the nature of which I couldn’t even begin to guess mars the beautiful landscape. I wish the skeletal looking scaffolds and dirty looking pipes would disappear, and I have to remind myself that it may be ugly, but it probably helps create a service or product most people including me use everyday, and is (or was, if it is no longer in use) a necessary evil, so to speak.
As I said before, I live in a sort of suburban area, still twenty or thirty miles from an actual “city,” but not quite in the middle of nowhere. I live in an apartment complex, and my front door faces a shopping center.
But as I stood outside enjoying an ill-advised cigarette, I took a moment to enjoy the mild temperature, the look of the wet flora around the small patch of ground that constitutes my “yard.”
Last night I laid in bed thinking about how things are going in my life, and just being thankful. I have a great husband and kid. I get to stay at home with my child and write, and this blog, which I started a year ago, is garnering more views everyday. Maybe it’s not the novel I wanted to have published, but it’s more than I had last year at this time. My bills are paid up and I have a few bucks left over this week. I’m looking into classes for something I’ve been thinking about for a while, something that would give me the skills to start the next chapter in my career life.
So I guess the point of this long-winded post is the cliche’d “appreciate the little things.” Is it still a cliche’ if it’s true?
Good for you. Being grateful elevates your mood, which has all kinds of beneficial results for you and for the people who love you.
Oh, and I’d be remiss if I failed to add “Ha ha! You live in Kentucky!”
lol. ~gives you long distance kick in the ass
Makes you a happier person. It’s easy to miss the forest for the trees sometimes. (Man, I am on a roll with the cliche’s today…oh no. “On a roll?”)
Not a cliché at all! I wish I was back in that head space, I miss it.
And it might be Kentucky, but at least it isn’t West by-god Virginny. 🙂
Hell I got no right to poke fun, I grew up in a place most people called Lower Alabama and my dad currently lives in Arkansas…
Beauty can be found, if you only look past the missing teeth. 😀
Hey! That is almost sounding like good news. Careful, don’t over egg it 😉 Seriously, hope your preps work out the way you want.
Thanks!
We all should count our blessings more often. 🙂