Last night I was poisoned.
As I cut open my veins and bled over the pages, I felt the poison seep out of my system. Anger, frustration, stress and a smidge of rage oozed out on the pages of my writing. Each typed word cleaned the venom out of my heart. It will not be shared on my blog. Rather, I will stockpile it and then destroy it. When this is done, my process will be complete. To give you an example of how toxic the environment was, I will tell you what I started writing about last night. My blog last night was going to be about small-town living. Instead, it turned out to be about avoidance and the downside of living in a small town.
Therefore, I will make this a blog about the town that I live in and show my affection for Small Town, USA. I live in a small town of about 400 souls. What I like most about this small town is the peace and quiet. When I wake up in the mornings the crickets are up and belting out their tune. Soon, the sparrows and cardinals will be fluttering about, searching for their breakfast. You would be hard pressed to hear my neighbors; we all leave a small carbon footprint in our neighborhood. If you are an outdoors type of individual, this would probably be paradise for you. There are lakes a-plenty to fish in, hiking trails are littered about, and wildlife stalks the woods. It is truly God’s country here.
Once upon a time, I fell in love with the town of Estes Park. It is in Colorado, and to this day my love affair with this small mountain town continues. I once went on a Tinsel Tavern Tour of this town. What a fun night that was! It was where I had a Blueberry Beer. I spent hours hiking the Rocky Mountain National Park. Inspiration comes easy in a place like Estes Park. I partook in a 5k event in the middle of winter just to be in this town. My memories of this small mountain community brings a smile to my face. It truly is a blessing to be part of a close-knit community.
In small towns around the world there are several things that we have in common, but each community is different. Generally, there is a table with a group of old men gathered around it talking about the one that got away, cars they once owned and the worst jobs they ever had. Neighbors are friendly, helpful and full of gossip. If you need to be brought up to date on the latest happenings all you must do is listen. Small business owners greet you with a genuine smile, and then charge you an arm and a leg for their goods because Walmart is thirty minutes away. Still, small towns have their charms and it is not lost on me. I am ever grateful to have been raised a small-town boy.