We all have them. We all attempt to ‘silver line’ them. We all try to reduce them.
It’s not a pretty word. It lingers on your tongue like a bad tasting sip of wine. The word evokes doubt, indecision, and even fear when spoken. If you write it, the word flows awkwardly from your pen. Regrets never have a feel good feeling.
So why then aren’t we frozen in time? Not moving forward. Why do we, as the human race, repeatedly venture into the unknown? Wouldn’t it be less painful to just do the same thing over and over again. The proven method that cannot cause regrets.
What would our world look like if no person had one regret?
That is terrifying. No one would strive to be different. There would be no innovation. No iPhone, no cars, not even the most basic of items. We would still be living in the era of the Caveman. Our world would not exist.
I take chances. Not only for the shock value of it, but also because I want to minimize my regrets. The eventual outcome for most of my risk-taking is success. On this day will you work towards success or have regrets? You know what I’ll be achieving.
Spent a cloudy morning with Jeanna of Whispering Pines B & B in Nebraska City.
I can’t wait to visit during warmer months, enjoying the multiple gardens sprinkled throughout the property. This historic home has been lovingly restored to welcome weary travelers, year round. Thank you Jeanna for the warm hospitality.
I am a Midwest/Great Plains, proud, independent, gal. I was born and raised in a moderately large town, for us country folks. I strive to keep a positive outlook. I focus on the silver linings of situations. I consider myself a nice person. I immediately fall into the standard finger wave when my tires touch gravel roads. I can drive a sports car, a 4×4 pickup truck, a John Deere tractor, an all terrain 4-wheeler, a massive Case combine, plus a myriad of farm implements and city toys. I sail, jet-ski, even tried my hand at steering a speed boat on the Missouri River. Heck if you let me I can drive a riding lawn mower, maneuver a horse down a tree lined trail or peddle my bike on one of the many bike paths in Nebraska.
I have experienced all sorts of road conditions, snow, mud, gravel, ice, and even the destructive tendencies of “white rock”. The roads department version of speed bumps. These small boulders of white death are spread along the gravel back roads of Nebraska. For miles at a time it seems a truck loaded with them has seemingly opened its back gate, dumped them while driving, and forgot to spread them around. You will be cruising along on an unsuspecting gravel road, then BAM! Your tires slip. Your once forward momentum stalls, feeling like you’ve entered quicksand with the added benefit of sharp meteors striking the underneath of your vehicle. I am sure there is scientific evidence that this plague of large marble sized, (the shooters, not the mibs~but that’s a whole other post) rough edged, chalky rocks is a better alternative to the tiny gravel stones of my youth, but I am failing to see it’s merits.
I believe in road trips, country drives, business commutes, luxury leisure travel, your basic ‘point A to point B’ transportation. I love the freedom of being in charge of my own mode of travel. I embrace driving to see the world around me. Yet sometimes it is time to let go. Turn over the proverbial reins to someone else.
Which is why I will drive for hours to reach a large airport just to fly Spirit Airlines. Not the airline you thought I would say, huh? Spirit Airlines is a low-cost, 2 star rated*, controversial airline. Their current ad campaign is ‘It’s the age of Aquarius’. The slogan for the company is ‘Less Money. More Go.’ They are the ‘Home of the Bare Fare’. It seems their marketing department has yet to graduate high school.
Yet, in my sunshine attitude, I can look at all of those aforementioned reasons not to fly and fly with them over and over again. I have never had a bad experience with this airline. For all the negative hype around this carrier, I have yet to encounter it. I look with a critical eye at all my travel adventures. I report straight back to you, I refuse to lead you astray. I can’t even stay in a hotel anymore without critiquing every little detail.
So when I book my air travel I am very serious about who I turn those reins over to. I know exactly what I am getting each time I fly with them. My inexpensive seats will have little to no leg room for my almost 6 foot frame. The width of my seat will accommodate my former 16 year old self. The drinks, snacks, bags and check-in will cost more, if I choose to open my wallet.
I know those things. They spell it out on all of their connections with me. I am responsible for my own self (see this is where that ‘independent gal’ comes in). I know I will have a seat on the flight, I chose it. I know I will have my boarding pass, I printed it. I know my bag is small enough to be a personal item to avoid baggage fees, I packed it.
I have been fortunate enough to fly the Red-Eye to Vegas (both ways). I have enjoyed stretching my legs in my own row for a flight. I loved arriving at my destination almost 45 minutes early, due to a tail-wind and an excellent flight crew, much to the stress of my greeting party. Now I will have the opportunity to fly with Spirit Airlines for my teenagers first ever flight. Yep that’s right, my teenagers have never flown. Your travel guru, road trip maven, adventure seeking, Soul Experiencing Guide, has never taken her teenagers on an airplane. Once again, that is a whole other post. 🙂
I personally would recommend Spirit Airlines any time you need to fly a short distance, unexpectedly, or inexpensively. The flight staff is friendly, they live up to their slogan, and most of all they safely get me to where I need to go, when I don’t want to drive.
He suffered and died on the cross, so that we would be free from death.
The alter was stripped of all it’s adornments last night at the church service. The choir sang the 22nd Psalm, hauntingly beautiful voices hung in the air. The lights were dimmed making the usually bright sanctuary feel small and oppressive. We sat in silence watching the black drape rise to cover the image of Christ. It is a very somber service.
Tonight we will attend the Good Friday service. The alter will still be barren. The lights will still be turned low. The feeling in the air will still be of sadness.
Why then should we celebrate? Because this is not the end. This is the beginning. We know He died for us! We know that His death brings us eternal life! That in these somber remembrances, our lives are forever changed!
You know you are Lutheran when the coffee and treats portion of morning prayer service lasts longer than the service! 🙂
Holy week begins on Palm Sunday. We celebrate the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem as a king! It is a celebratory day. We sing his praises in remembrance of His triumphant entrance to a city, he knew, he would be persecuted and die. The culmination of Holy week progresses with silence on the following Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. The church does not ignore these three days but not much is going on either and yet I find them significant.
This is the time Jesus spent his last days with his disciples. These few precious last days before Evil seeped into the hearts of many. Where shouts of Alleluias turned to cries of anger. Where corruption ruled and money spoke volumes.
These three days before Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday take the stage are calm, meditative days for me. I seek prayerful beginnings, lingering evenings and ample time for reflection. I attended our morning pray service at my home congregation. I found a community of souls who to enjoy the meditative qualities of starting your day with reflection, together. It was refreshing to see young and old, worshiping in a small setting. After the service we all moved off to a meeting room filled with coffee and pastries. Where we took the time to share and laugh with each other before heading off to our work days.
Tomorrow is Maundy Thursday in the church. We celebrate The Last Supper and remember our Savior washing his friends feet. All the while, knowing what weight he would soon carry for the sake of the world.
Have a blessed Holy Day. Remember our Saviors humble actions, with a kind and forgiving heart.