I’m blogging in the sky today. This is a new one for me. No, I’m not cool enough to hook up my laptop to in-flight internet and post a blog; I’m just a simple gal. This one was written long-hand on a legal pad. I find the whole in-flight internet thing way too complicated . . . not to mention expensive. The bottom line is, I’m cheap. There. I said it. The battle is now half won. Admitting it was the hardest part.
I just took off from Chattanooga, headed home from our blow-out celebration weekend for my sweet Christi’s birthday. I’m really glad I have another year to prepare for my own 40th celebration because it may take me that long to recover from hers. That girl can par-tay! But don’t worry, I did issue her a stern warning regarding any photographic evidence of my dancing skills, or lack thereof. There is a chicken somewhere laughing at me and saying, “That’s the worst impersonation I’ve ever seen; chickens don’t even have fingers!”
So, while we’re talking about nonsense, here’s a tidbit for you. The city of Chattanooga has roughly 180,000 people, Tulsa has approximately 400,000 people. Tulsa has a Cheesecake Factory, and Chattanooga doesn’t, but Chattanooga has a J. Alexanders, my favorite southern chain restaurant, and Tulsa doesn’t. Chattanooga also has the shopping chops to boast two T.J. Maxx’s. Two! These are the things I ponder when I’m flying. I know, my intellect is astounding.
Tulsa is brown, Chattanooga is green. Both are hilly, Chattanooga a bit more as it borders the Appalachian mountain range. But when you compare our towns, the bottom line is, they both have good points and bad points . . . kind of like people. I’ve made a life in Tulsa, Christi has made one in Chattanooga. We both decided to grow where we were planted. Or maybe grow where we landed. Either way, we have a home, we have roots, we have friends, we have fun places we like to go. We both know how quickly we can scoot down to the mall, and where to park for easy access to the shoe department. Priorities, man!
I’m happy where I am, she’s happy where she is. We are using our skills and our gifts and we are doing our best to make a mark where we live. Are you making a mark where you live? Remember, you really matter. You matter to your family and your friends. Your circle of influence has eternal ramifications. I encourage you to check yourself. Stepping back for a few days helped me do this. I’m ready to start my week making a mark where I live. How about you?