Ironing Warrior

Meticulous (mu'tikyulus) - [adj] marked by extreme care in treatment of details

Have you ever met a person so involved with the pursuit of details? I have a fair amount of friends/family and have started to learn their habits. Some of them you could consider flat out lazy, others may take some appreciation on the steps they make, and lastly there is this group that is over-and-beyond dogmatic and almost spiritual when it comes to organization and attention to detail.

As a child, I can remember my grandmother and the process she would take when ironing her clothes. Every collar would be pressed, every pocket taunt. This woman would arrange her wardrobe by color, season, and have a proper drawer or section deemed for them. One day I recall walking in as she ironed and was almost befuddled at what I saw. This tidy and meticulous woman was ironing her socks.

The other day, I noticed something small that a friend had made to make their life easier. The attention to detail and arrangement of focal points was flat out impressive. In the past I wondered why certain people took the extra time to go above and beyond on even the smallest things. It made me think.

Should we compromise on detail and the input we do on even the small things, merely because of the amount of time we think we have? I think the majority of people even I, get to a point where we say to ourselves, “that’s good enough.” But is it?

I am not saying we all should start ironing our socks. Shoot, apart of me tells myself that old Granny used to do that because she didn’t know how to use the dryer. Not likely…

I just think we neglect the details sometimes and see that much of our success and happiness starts with the tiniest things.

I commend those that go the extra mile, the so called ‘Ironing Warrior’.

"What If"

Dear Friend,

What if you're right
He was just another nice guy
What if you're right
What if it's true
They say the cross will only make a fool of you
And what if it's true

What if He takes His place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love, and came in peace
But then the story ends
What then

But what if you're wrong
What if there's more What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for
What if you jump
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise
What if He's more than enough
What if it's love

What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig
What if you find A thousand more unanswered questions down inside
That's all you find

What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more than folklore that must be told
And retold

'Cause you've been running as fast as you can
You've been looking for a place you can land
For so long
But what if you're wrong

What if you jump
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise
What if He's more than enough

What if it's love

-Nordeman

New Day

These past couple months have been a little wearing on me. It’s strange, it’s as if I have been just collecting more weight each day. It’s been a culmination of work and other things. I guess I was losing focus; I literally could feel the stress.

Yesterday, I woke up and felt a little differently. I felt a sense of calmness and felt a little lighter. I guess sometimes we get so wrapped up on what is going around us, that we let all the responsibilities control us. I hope that this feeling of this new day is not temporary.

“Lord Father, I thank you for peace, and ease. Thank you for helping clear my sight and giving me new breath. Please continue to show me all the beauty in life. I seek Your will and thank You for everything You provide.”

Intensity

Tonight I logged into my Myspace account and was shocked. I received a friend request from one of my favorite authors, Dean Koontz. At first I was a little befuddled, but quickly realized who it was. I just thought it was neat and wanted to share. If you have never read any of his books let me know. I'll let you borrow some. He has a unique writing style that really draws the reader in, with at times intense imagery and wonderful character development.

Thanks Dean, for the add!

Hometown

Flashbacks of ones youth, fond family memories, foolish childhood follies, and forgotten friendships. Sometimes I try to think of what ‘Hometown’ means to me. Is it simply the place where you grow up, or maybe where one primarily resides? I think there is more to it. There is something about the feeling you get when you say, “I’m going home.”

Last weekend I had the chance to go visit the small town of Salisbury, my hometown. I do not frequent this area as much as I would like, but by doing this, I get to be surprised every time on ‘what’s new in town.’ My best friend from high school was also in town for the weekend. He brought his girlfriend and it was interesting to share some of the old stories. What good times, and crazy things we got into; those were the good ole’ days.

Pretty much my entire intermediate family lives in this town, so this surely makes it convenient when I plan to visit the family.

Friday night, my twin brother, best friend and his girl friend, and I all went out to the local pub/restaurant. In Salisbury, there are not too many places to go out. One nice thing about this, is the fact, that you normally will see familiar faces. And we did see them. I ran into an old neighbor that I hadn’t talked to in four years; some how I find it strange how one can get so far removed so quickly.

Nearly ten years ago, I graduated high school in this small town. It amazes me how fast time flies. Strangely I feel there is somewhat of a dichotomy between the days there in my hometown to where I have currently settled in. I don’t know what that means, but I just feel so much has changed since I moved away. Not so much the town, but me.

One thing I do know is that there is something about this place that draws me in. I don’t know if it is the comfort of family, or just the familiarity of the area. I have come to the conclusion that I may never reside there again, but can not shake the idea that there will always be something about my hometown in Salisbury, that I call home.