Before I begin, sorry for slacking on the columns the last couple of weeks. After the third “Do you have a ‘thoughts’ this week?” call from The Mom, I figured it was about time to do another one… Inspired or not.
The last few weekends have been excellent. I’ve made memories that I’ll store for the rest of my life and reflect back on fondly.
Here’s the thing, though– I didn’t do anything overly “exciting” or “special.”
These weekends have been spent with my family and friends. I’ve gone to a bullride, a Cardinals game (thanks, Storch!), and made a coffee table with my husband and parents. None of that seems especially noteworthy, does it?
That’s the beauty. Special, memory-creating experiences don’t always have to involve excessive spending or lavish surroundings.
The first of the few excellent weekends was spent in Columbia at The Mom and Dad’s house. We lounged around, ate Taco Bell, and made a coffee table out of refurbished “junk.” It was excellent.
The following weekend, Justin and I won tickets to the June 21 Cardinals game against the Phillies. $100 worth of gas, parking, and beer later, the mighty (yet tiny) Patterson duo had made quick friends with a group of attorneys and financial consultants (just our luck, right?) from Arkansas and had an experience we’ll forever look back on with a smile.
Ironically enough, it wasn’t the expensive dinner we shared alone that sealed the deal on that excellent day; it was the laughs we shared with our newfound friends over $9 drinks. We were sweaty, a little worse for wear, and happy to be alive.
This past weekend, Outlaw/5J Rodeo hosted their first of family exclusive bullridings for the summer. My dear cousin Emmi Schuck and I loaded up into the Caliber and headed south to Sullivan Friday evening. We laughed over stories of our past and put on one excellent event. I saw many dear friends I’ve missed since last fall, worked my butt off, and laughed a lot. Another excellent day in the books.
My point is this: None of these memorable occasions took place in front of the TV or on a million dollar yacht. These enjoyable times didn’t cost hardly anything, but were worth their weight in gold for the fun they produced.
The next time you’re tempted to stay in and relax on the couch (don’t get me wrong here, I see the appeal), don’t. Get out, drive a backroad, spend time with the ones you love doing absolutely nothing “special,” and make memories you’ll savor for the rest of your life.
That’s where the fun is – in “nothing special.”
PS: Word to the wise, use a “divider” at your local grocery store. Don’t ask why, just do it. Trust me. Had I not experienced three good weekends in a row, that’s what the column would be about. But Nice Amy is a lot more fun than Crabby Amy, so take my word for it on this one!