Writing this today reminds me of when I used to write every single day & about such simple things to be grateful for. All feels right in the world!
Today, and every day, I am thankful for my car. I was talking with a friend the other day about times when we didn’t have our cars for an extended period of time. For example, when I got into an accident on college move in day and my parents had to bring my car back to Arkansas to be repaired. I didn’t have my car for almost a month. Having grown up in a place with NO public transpiration and everything being so close, the idea of walking or taking the bus seemed so foreign at the time.
Now, in present day I find myself using my car way more than I probably ever have. A lot of the time, I’m commuting an hour each way between work and home. Some days that is frustrating, but most days, especially recently, I have been thankful to have a car and thankful to have the time. Some people are not even fortunate enough have any mode of transportation but their own two feet.
I have also been using this time In my car to do a lot of talking to God and lifting up different prayer requests to him. I have realized, especially with this weird life stage I am in, that spending this time with Him is one of the best things I can do. It beats worrying or stressing out over things I have little to no control over. I highly recommend that you do this, too, if you have any type of commute during your work day. I’m so thankful that God is there and he is happy to listen!
Also, let’s not forget that I have clothes and shoes and cameras and food and basically my whole life in my car at the moment. When people ask where I am living these days I usually reply with a laugh… “basically out of my car” because it is so true!! Thank goodness I have this space that is my own that gets me to and from safely…I don’t know what I would do without it.
PUMPKINS, PUMPKINS, PUMPKINS everywhere and I love it!! The round, orange, plant is the ultimate symbol of fall, and again, I LOVE IT.
This time of year you see all sorts of people trying to get the artsy pictures with the fall foliage (me- guilty) or coming up with the most creative costume to gain the most compliments.
*some of my favorites have been Cardi B and Offset, Camila Cabello and Havana, or Pete Davidson and Ariana Grande… y’all know I love good celebrity humor*
After being in Texas for four years, I don't really know how to explain it, but its been like I an noticing fall all over again. In Texas, it felt like things went from Summer to Winter in the course of a day, but being back in Arkansas I have felt it get cooler & I’ve watched the leaves turn colors day after day. It is like I totally forgot about fall.
As a result of my rekindled love for all things Autumn, I wanted to get in the spirit. The last time I visited a pumpkin patch was in the like the 2nd grade. Gosh, those were such fun memories from my childhood. I decided I wanted to go back to a pumpkin patch after all these years. Who better to do that with than my best friend since birth (I am sure there is a picture of the two of us from grade school at the pumpkin patch somewhere), Stephanie Bell? So, Steph, our friend Callie, and I went to the patch this past weekend and it was so cool to see again. I will admit, not as exciting as being a little boy and not having a care in the world, or worrying about how muddy your shoes are getting. However, I am so glad we went!
It just felt like pure fall there. The hayride, all the pumpkins, the corn maze, and the petting zoo + great weather all made for a fun day at BoBrook Farms. I highly recommend!
*see cheesy and basic pics we took because that is what you have to do at the pumpkin patch*
It just so happened, the following day at church my pastor brought out pumpkins and did this really cool analogy that I had kind of been thinking / feeling in my head. So I am kind of stealing from his sermon, but also kind of not! God was already trying to teach me this little analogy.
I feel like right now, in my life, I am letting God carve my pumpkin. When we buy pumpkins to carve and take part in the old tradition, the first thing we do is take all the yucky stuff on the inside, out… then we carve it. It is so important to also ask God to do the same with our own self. We should ask him to take out all the junk. To get rid of the greed, selfishness, envy, bad-mouthing, negativity, etc. Once he does that, our light is really able to truly shine. Just like how the light shines from within the pumpkin after it has been carved and designed perfectly. Therefore, all throughout this fall season, I am going to ask God to carve me just like we carve pumpkins. Oh, and I am going to be thankful for it!
Happy Halloween! Happy pumpkin carving season, both literally and figuratively! Let us all give thanks!
Southern and Thankful
I just have to vent for a second because venting is healthy right? I am not even going to try and sugarcoat things on this one. To put it quite simply: I have been very frustrated with God lately.
Not in an “I’ve given up on him or don’t believe in this plan anymore”. Actually, I have more faith in him currently than I have had in a long time. However, having faith takes a lot of patience, which is something I seem to be running out of at the moment.
I feel a lot of things these days... To sum it up nicely, I feel: stuck. You see, I am not complaining about my life right now. I am working in Little Rock. I have a home (it’s different depending on the day, but a home nonetheless), I have food, I am making money, etc. I have the things I need, but none of this is what I thought my life would look like at the age of 23.
Growing up, I cannot remember one person I looked up to career wise. I had many great role models with excellent values that taught me many things and made me the man I am today. However, to this day I can’t place my finger on one person I know that I want to be like career wise. My therapist and I (yeah I have one… better question is why don’t you??) came to the conclusion that it was one of the reasons I wanted to go out of state for college. I wanted to see that the dreams I was so intrigued by were possible for a boy like me from a small town in Arkansas.
*at this point if you think I am crazy for thinking this way or that I am being unrealistic… stop reading. I don’t want that negative energy*
You can imagine my surprise when God placed me right back in Arkansas. Again, not mad about that one bit, but I am not going to lie...it has been challenging for me in ways I can’t even begin to fully explain. God and I have been having a lot of serious talks and I understand I am back in Arkansas to prove myself and others wrong. I can accomplish my dreams being from this wonderful state and I will, because I want to be that role model that I never really had all these years.
I consider myself a creative person and I have 1,000 ideas in my head at all times, but I have never really been quite sure how to accomplish them. Besides hard work, I don’t have the connections or people to learn from. Again, I feel stuck.
Last night my mind was racing, and I had a memory come up. One time, when I was little, I got stuck in this muddy water while hunting in the middle of winter. I fell down in the water and could not get up on my own. I was also frozen solid because...duck hunting in the winter. Anyway, I remember being scared, but also being plain mad. That feeling is very similar to how I feel right now in my life. Of course, back then, someone quickly came and helped me up. I know the same thing will happen to me this go round, but the waiting and the overthinking is a lot.
I want to write a book. I am writing a book. I want to write songs. I want to write TV shows or movies. I want to do anything where I can use my storytelling skills. My ideas rotate and change every day, but at the core of it, I want to be a positive influence. I want to inspire others. Funny thing, I can feel it coming. Like a train head on. I know that with all my heart. Therefore, right now I am thankful to be stuck because everything that is jammed always finds its way loose. Watch out because as soon as I wiggle my way out of this, I’m gonna be THAT guy that other young ones from our small town (and state) can look up to for inspiration!! If you are stuck, be grateful! I know that means something good is coming so soon!
Southern and Thankful
Did you know that September is National Rice Month? Did you know that Arkansas is the number one Rice producing state in the country?
SO YEAH…Rice is a big deal. Especially around the state of Arkansas! It is really funny because growing up in the “duck and RICE capitol of the world” I knew Rice was really important to my state and community. However, it wasn’t until recently that I realized how big of a deal it was on a national level.
Since May I have been working with Arkansas Rice and I have been learning a lot about the agriculture industry. One of the best stories however, comes from my friend Kenzie who is like the biggest Rice supporter ever. She is from Colorado and we became the best of friends last year at TCU. She has a food allergy and one day she was telling me about how much she has loved rice ever since a young age because it was one of the few things she could eat and not get sick. Turns out her favorite brand is Riceland Rice, which is headquartered right in Stuttgart, AR, where I grew up! Such a small, crazy, fun world! Food allergies were never something that crossed my mind when thinking about Rice.
Growing up I would always request mashed potatoes at family dinner and my grandfather would kindly let me know that potatoes were not an option, we needed to have a rice dish because, "boy this is a house that rice built." That will always stick in my mind because rice has been a huge part of my family ever since I can remember! Many people, certainly in the state of Arkansas, can relate to this! For me, Arkansas Rice is healthy and, especially lately, I find some way each day that rice has inevitably impacted my life! #WhyILoveARRice I am learning each day to be more and more grateful for Arkansas Rice!
I am constantly surprised by all the fun facts pertaining to Rice. To learn more and further educate yourself like I have been doing, I suggest you follow @ArkansasRice on social media. We use Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram the most. Not only am I one of the people running these accounts, but I also just think it is a great way to learn more about this crop that is so impactful.
I never imagined or saw myself working in this type of industry where we talk about farming and harvest and RICE every day. However, I must tell you it is pretty fun! I believe I am enjoying it more than I realized because I am learning different things every single day! Moral of the story, I am thankful for Arkansas Rice not just this month because it is Rice Month, but always because it is part of the “house/community that built me”. There is only one week left in Rice Month, however, I am always thankful for Arkansas Rice!
PS- Comment or find some way to tell me why you love Arkansas Rice and I will possibly share on social media AND/OR enter you in our Rice Month giveaway. YAY!
HAPPY RICE MONTH 2018!
Southern and Thankful
This is my very favorite shirt to wear. You may be wondering, why? That, my friends, is precisely why I love wearing this shirt. No matter when I wear it or where I wear it to, someone always asks, “what’s that number on your shirt?” Just yesterday, I heard one girl tell her friend to take a picture of me, and they could google the telephone number: 1-800-273-8255
These 11 individual numbers make up 1 phone number. This 1 phone number is the number of the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. It also is the title of a song by Alessia Cara & Logic. Thousands of people who are struggling call this number in one single day. When I wear this shirt it opens up dialogue and conversation on a topic that is so misunderstood & also overlooked: mental health struggles
I don’t care who you are or how perfect you make your life look on social media. EVERYONE, and I mean everyone, struggles at some point with something. The severity will be different, but no one on this earth is immune to struggle. Yet, it is the one topic we seem to be the most afraid of. Anxiety, depression, suicide, self-harm, addiction, etc. are all forms of mental health disorders & we look at people with these issues like a monkey behind bars at the zoo. As a natural instinct we judge one another to make ourselves feel better, me included.
As a person who has struggled, I know there is not one single answer to this problem that is rapidly taking over our nation. No one has all the answers, but I believe the best place to start is by 1). prayer and 2). love. God can and will solve all problems as long as you let him in. We are all busy. We are all tired. We are all lazy. None of this is an excuse for loving your neighbor. Call a friend. Smile at a stranger. Hug your brother. Text your family. Buy someone lunch. Take the time to truly listen. If someone is struggling... trust me, they will show it in some way or form. Forgive and forget the past... all we have is the future & I want as many of you in my future as possible !!!
Mental Health struggles are an ugly thing. We as humans internally battle demons every single day. The forgotten have walked through fires and not made it out alive. Others of us have walked through that same fire, yet they have come out a stronger, braver, better person than you can ever imagine or relate to. It doesn’t make them better than you or worse than you... it makes them incombustible.
This week is Suicide Prevention week. Don’t give up on yourself & never give up on one another. If you or someone you know is struggling please call this number on my shirt. For more information please visit https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org … let’s help one another fight their fires. I love each and every one of you. Today and everyday I am thankful for this number, those who answer the call, and the ability to be incombustible.
Southern and Thankful
This week for many marks the beginning of another year of school. Honestly, really weird that I am not starting classes again, but at the same time, it’s pretty great. I remember one year ago, I was starting a pretty lax senior year class wise. However, I was SO freaked out about what the next year would bring and what I would be doing post-grad. Fast-forward to now, where I have a job, back in the state of Arkansas surrounded by my family and oldest friends. I never would have thought this is where I would be, but let me remind you… God & his plans are SO good.
Last summer, I was having lunch with one of my favorite ladies, Mrs. Meredith Jackson. We always talk about a wide range of topics when we get together. Somehow she started telling me about how she had taken a section of her closet, which was big enough, and made a prayer wall. She had seen this wall in the movie “War Room” (which is wonderful, by the way). She explained how she wrote every little prayer she had, light or serious, on that wall. She said when she walked in her closet there was always this immense peace she felt. She suggested I do the same because I had told her I was going to be having a very large closet. If you visited my house last year in Fort Worth, you have probably seen my prayer wall / remember the size of my closet. Gosh I miss that thing. Anyways, Mrs. Meredith said everyday she would read her bible, add things to the wall, and pray over them. I decided I should do the same.
Y’ALL. It made such a difference in my life. I loved being able to see all the good and bad things up on the wall. I had a decorative wood painted bible verse on the wall and then I would write my prayers, worries, fears, etc. on a note card and tape each individual thought on the wall. It grew to fill the whole wall eventually. Obviously, a lot of it was private and personal, but it felt good to see it each day and ask God for help and praise him at the same time.
Every so often I would take a black sharpie and place check marks on the things that had been resolved. It has so fulfilling seeing the different ways God was working in my life, as well as in others. It simply made my life so much better. I felt less stressed. I was reminded every time I walked in my closet to pray. Oddly, like Mrs. Meredith said, there was this particular peace in that room.
Lately, with all the change going on in my life, I have been feeling more anxious than normal. A few weeks ago I realized that part of it was because I didn’t have my prayer wall set up where I am now. It is something I will be doing this week. If you have bad anxiety this is such a simple yet effective way to reduce it.
Like I said, I placed so many things on that wall. I had a few pictures, bracelets from fun events, memorabilia, stresses, the negative / positive things in my life, and generally anything I felt that would fit there. Every time I walked in my closet I felt so so grateful. Therefore, my advice for anyone in general, but especially those starting school… find a space, big or small, and make a prayer wall. It will enrich your life in ways you can’t even imagine! I will share pictures I took of my prayer wall before I took it down last May. I miss it, but I can’t wait to start fresh with a new one. Stay tuned! Also, fill free to ask any questions as you make your own! You won’t regret it. In fact, shocking I know, I believe you will be thankful for it!!
Southern and Thankful
This is totally unrelated and honestly kind of random. Most weeks I try to plan out my blogs and their topics, but I am completely okay with the spontaneous writing currently taking place after seeing an Instagram post.
I am not even going to get into the root of the post or the purpose (if you are dying to know I’ll share it below), but one year ago Taylor Swift won her sexual assault case against a Denver DJ who groped her. The jury ruled in her favor one year ago yesterday. She spoke about it really for the first time publicly last night and it got me thinking.
Thank goodness for the listeners and believers in the world. The people who take the time to listen and understand. Our world is so FULL of judgement and ridicule. I can personally attest to going through something hard and not wanting to talk about it for fear of what people would say?
how would they respond?
would they care?
what will they say about me behind my back?
would they want to help?
The list of inner self-doubt can go on and on for miles in a person’s mind. I have been on both sides of this equation. I have spoken about hard things and been so supported and loved by so many. Sadly, I have also seen the other side where “friends” at the time ignore or run the opposite direction because they don’t want to be bothered when things get hard. Or even worse maybe they don’t believe you. To speak up and not be heard is crushing, but to not speak up at all is nasty, too. If we did not have the listeners and believers of the world, where would we be?
I wanted to take a second to thank the hearers and supporters. Thank you to the people who take the time to talk to people. To reach out to one another with nothing but the truest of intentions. Thank you to the people who can easily recognize character over corruption and see when someone is simply speaking his or her truth. Thank you to the individuals who don’t take the fastest route out of a hard and unpleasantly dramatized situation, but instead lean in closer.
I have lost relationships over the simplistic quality of sticking around when the going got tough because sadly not just anyone will do that. However, I have also gained some of the greatest relationships too because I allowed myself to be open to the least expectant listener. To the listeners, pat yourself on the back, you’ve done good, and keep doing exactly what you are doing. To those scared to talk about their heartache and struggle, do not trust everyone, but don’t be afraid to trust someone. Everyone deserves to be heard, loved, and supported no matter what they are going through. Be open to one another and don’t you even think about going to old judgmental ways… it will never, ever be your place. Do not be naïve, but also do not be selfish.
This may seem too deep for you, but bottom line is: listen and believe one another in order to build each other up. I will preach this for the rest of my life. Today, and every day, I am thankful for the listeners and believers. I trust, however small or large, they (we) will change the world !
Southern and Thankful
This may be a tad bit hard for some to relate to, but I am going to give it a go.
You see, as a millennial, we are going to have some “firsts” that other generations will not have. For example, the first TV show we binged. Stay with me, I promise this is important.
I have always loved television shows. The stories they tell, no matter how dramatized they may be. However, as long as I live I do not think I will admire a show more than I have admired the series “Nashville.” It was the first show I binged watched to get caught up to it “real time”. I have loved it ever since. It always stood out to me and I believe I connected with it for reasons other than the cast, or the storylines (though I have been obsessed with all that), but this show has always done a remarkable job at representing the city of Nashville and the making of some wonderful music. I even ran in to Charles Esten (who plays one of the main characters) in Nashville of all places. He was so down to earth and so similar to his character, in the good ways, which made me love the show even more.
I was continually so mind blown by the idea that not only could I watch the show each week, but that I could also then buy the songs. Just as easily as I can equate chart topping songs back to a moment in my life… I can do the same with songs from this series Nashville. There is one song that I listened to on repeat in the Spring of 2017. My anxiety and depression was hitting pretty hard and this song, titled “Sanctuary” gave me immense comfort. I still to this day cannot listen to it without crying. Words are powerful enough on their own, but when you turn them to music, I believe (and know), they have the power to heal. That is one of the great things I learned by watching this show.
For the longest time I wanted to be just like these characters and musicians. Funny...because I cannot sing at all. I am not sure when I realized this, but one day I remember watching the show and having this major eye-opening moment that I didn’t want to be like the performers or the actors… I wanted to be like the songwriters. The people that create such magical pieces of art. It’s so comical because once I had this realization, I got this crazy idea that I could turn my words and poems that I have been writing for years into music as well. So surprise…. I have been songwriting (if you can call it that at this stage) and I am even learning to play the piano. Really exciting, and hopefully with hard work, my songs can affect others the way Nashville’s affected me.
This show has given me so much and, you might be thinking that this sounds crazy because it is a TV show, but God’s timing is so wonderful & I feel like I watched this show so that it could inspire me. And wow...that it has! Thank you Callie, Connie, Lennon, Maisy, Charles, Hayden, Clare, Sam, + everyone else that made this show lifechanging for me. You will never know the magnitude at which you have impacted your fans. I already miss it & those friendly characters, but I look forward to seeing how I can take the love for songwriting that I found thru this show and turn it into a reality. I never would have found that, or made it through dark times, without Nashville. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, if anyone remotely close to the show ever see’s this, you are appreciated!
PS- The show is on Hulu…I 100% encourage you to watch. Also, I know very little about songwriting, or how to even go about getting my stuff out there. So...If anyone has ANY tips or wants to help me out, I would not mind one bit (actually...I would be totally grateful!!).
Southern and Thankful
LISTEN TO THIS.
Two Sunday's ago we are at Lunch following church. Happens every week with the same people. Everyone is chatting, catching up, talking about the service, etc. when all of the sudden my Dad...and I quote, says:
“Bethea family when we get home us four are having a family meeting. I am the President & I am calling this meeting. We have only ever had about 4 of these in my lifetime, so you know it is serious.”
Now, what he said was true. Rarely, do we have family meetings. Therefore, I was nervous. In my mind I immediately go to all these worse case situations. I pretty much immediately decide that this has something to do with me, and the fact that I don’t need to be on my parents dime anymore. WHICH IS DISASTROUS IN MY MIND.
So I hurry home hoping to get this thing over with. Long story short, my Dad takes a nap(!!)...pushing back this family meeting, leaving me to sit and worry ALL DAY. I mean y’all… Talk about anxiety. I as freaking. Out.
Later that day my Dad gathers us all and I have decided (internally) that this is the movement. They are cutting me off and going to ask me to work on getting my own place, paying my own bills, etc. Granted these things are coming in the future and I will be ready for it, but NOT ON THAT DAY I WAS NOT.
We all sit down in the living room and he passes each of us a notecard. In my head, I am thinking, “This is it. He is playing this out like survivor. We are about to vote and see if I am getting kicked off the island AKA out of the house AKA no more parental support.” My only hope was that the others felt enough sympathy to keep me around. My plan was to threaten moving to California and hope that this would freak my mother out enough to save me. Then Dad says:
“Okay it is time we talk about this dog,” says my Dad.
I, was extremely confused, but oddly relieved!! In the stress of my worry I had really forgotten that Mills, my younger brother, has been wanting a lab to train to hunt with him. The problem though...our childhood dog, Nick, passed away when I was in the 6th grade and my parents said no more dogs until we were off living on our own. Somehow Mills had worked them down enough to even being open to a conversation about it, which is better than I ever did...growing up so badly wanting a dog...cue the violins...
Anyway, there was lots of conversation at this family meeting and it was decided that we would get the dog, as long as Mills and I shared responsibilities, etc. SO… Not only am I not getting the boot, but I am also apparently getting a dog!!! Talk about a crazy turn of events. We can’t wait to welcome this sweet dog to our family. We have already picked him out and everything! Therefore, stay tuned for updates, lots of pictures, and send us any name suggestions you have. I live to see another day in the Bethea Family Household! Moral of this story: thankful feelings can come from family meetings! PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!!!
Southern and Thankful
Today is my last day of being 22 years old. Well, depending on when you read this, I turn 23 this Friday, July 6th. It is so crazy me that this year is already over. For the rest of my life I believe I will tell people 22 was one of my favorite ages. I entered this year so steady and unsure of what was ahead, but today, a whole year later I can confidently say this year I have grown more than any other.
22, the Taylor Swift Year in case you were unaware. People call it that because of Swift’s hit song “22”. Might I add that this year at the age of 22, I saw Swift sing 22 live. Pretty cool moment! That, as well as 1000 other reasons, is why I have loved being 22. This year I found strength I never had, realized the confidence I had, and did some overall painful work to make myself a better person, brother, friend, and Christian. I also graduated college- a huge accomplishment in my book. I gained new friends while some friends faded out of my life. I am now writing a book- a major goal of mine. I have grown wiser, happier, healthier, more open minded, and I kept going even when I did not feel like I had the stamina. 22 has come and gone and I know I am a much better person because of it!
To celebrate here is a list of 22 things I learned to be thankful for, or reminded to be thankful for or lessons learned in my 22nd year of life:
1. A Water Bottle- drink more water
2. Don’t Give Up on People When Things Get Hard
3. Toxic Relationships Rarely Change
4. ZYN22 Cycling Studio- fitting? I think so!!
5. Kenzie Keeley and Kelly Simons- you finally made the blog!!
6. Adults who deal with the real world- my recently graduated / older friends
7. Therapists, Chaplains, and Councilors - s/o Todd Bowling
8. Solid, Dry, Land- RIP Senior Cruise
9. Asking God for the ability to swim in Grace
10. Matching shirt and short sets- I am telling you it is a movement
11. Taylor’s Reputation Album- unreal
12. Make spontaneous choices- you will be surprised
13. Mental Health is serious
14. My Mom’s Snapchats
15. My Dad’s enthusiasm
16. College / TCU in general- I recommend never leaving
17. Cardi B is a high key inspiration
18. Family members can also double as your best friend- ily auntie kiss
19. Reading books- seriously it has changed my life
20. Don’t be afraid to take care of yourself first- to an extent being selfish can save you
21. Wear whatever you want- it is the best way to express yourself
22. My worth comes from God
These are random but I assure you, the list goes on and on. To be honest, I am kind of sad to leave 22 because it has been such a life changing year for me. I think back to a year ago- when I looked at myself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the person in the reflection- I am proud to say at the turn of another year, I do recognize the person in the mirror. I love him and I kind of want to give him a hug. That’s not weird, right? Here’s to being 23 and learning and growing in so many more ways. The future is so bright and I am not stressed, I am blessed!! Thank you all for the love. This year I am going after big goals- I hope you will continue to cheer me on. Much love and lots of gratitude to you.
Southern and Thankful
Blessed is an understatement when it comes to my life. Each and every day I am amazed by God's steadfast love. In return, I have claimed this space to show my thanks and whatever else comes along the way. A recent graduate from Texas Christian University who loves any creative insta post, all donuts, and dress pants that make you do a double take. I pray God has a grand purpose for me and I plan to get there with a little Southern and a lot of Thanks! Join me!