I love an old fashioned county fair. We went to one today, over in the southeast corner of Missouri. We saw some exhibits, watched a little barrel racing, got a snow cone, and spent a good chunk of the afternoon in the midway.
PS Don’t let that round Ferris wheel looking thingy fool you– it is fast! We were way up on the top and that thing started rockin’ and rollin’! I actually heard myself say out loud, “It’s ok, look at all the physics that when into building this thing, we’re going to be all right!”
When I stepped out of the seat, the guy working there asked me if I liked the ride. I said “yes, but I didn’t know it was going to be SO scary.”
And, we both laughed. Loudly.
County fairs. The tail end of summer. What a great way to spend the day, riding carnival rides.
About a month ago, I saw an article about how the brain can actually rewire itself to think more positively by simply naming three things we are grateful for every day for twenty one days.
It intrigued me, so I tried it. It worked. Two nights ago, I woke up midway through the night and could not sleep. Instead of worrying about this or that, I challenged myself to list out one hundred things I was grateful for. I stopped at about one hundred fifty!
Friday one of our neighbors came by and said one of our trees fell over on their property. After she left, I hiked out to our back pasture to check it out.
Oh my goodness! You should see all of our wildflowers!! Queen Anne’s Lace, Philadelphia Fleabane, Brown-Eyed Susans, and wild blackberries. It is sooooooo beautiful back there.
While one one hand, a fallen tree is a mess and a ton of work, I think my brain exercise made me more mindful to the gifts laid out before me, via wild~flowers.
Honestly, those wildflowers have been there since May, but I haven’t been in them, or looked at them eye to eye, or reveled in their brilliant yellows and whites. They are literally everywhere and they are gorgeous!
I took some pictures so you could see, too. Here’s to noticing more and seeing more things with a more grateful brain. ❤️
(PS I’m 5’11” and some are knee high, others like this picture are about waist high, and some are over my head!)
Yesterday, while visiting our old stomping grounds, I drove by my favorite tree.
A few weeks ago I saw that there was a painting class being offered in our new town. I loved the picture of an old truck with a Christmas tree in the back, so I signed up.
Last night, I walked into a building that was nearly bursting with people the class was so full. And, there I was, knowing absolutely no one, looking for an empty place to sit…
Eeks! Have you ever been in that position? Trying to find an empty seat and feeling like there’s a flashing neon sign around you that says, “I came ALONE!!!”
Finally, I spied two empty chairs right up front, so I headed in that direction. As I stepped past one to grab the other, I heard someone say that I could sit there.
Whew! Relief! A seat!
Oh my gosh, you guys! I’m pretty sure the night couldn’t have gone any better. The gals I ended up sitting by were fabulous, kind, and funny. I had a total blast and genuinely laughed at times I wasn’t even expecting to.
After I got home, I showed my painting to my husband and Little Bit, then reflected on my lessons learned:
- trying something new is an adventure worth taking
- walking into a place where you know no one is worth the risk
- alone isn’t necessarily alone
- kindness lives, it really, truly does
Here’s to small towns, random Monday evenings, a pink truck and paintbrushes.