This week’s column is unique for reasons other than the fact that it is a fresh train of thought. I am writing it while outside the Crossett city limits and am just one of a number of the throngs of people and traffic and hurry-scurry of a big city.
As I sit in a tiny neighborhood restaurant still around from my UCA college days in the ‘90s and wearing my new “Proud of my Crossett Roots” T-shirt bought at last month’s Crossett Farmers Market Crafters’ Fair, surrounded by chic business-attired people talking chic business ideas from their chic lives of over busy-ness, I write these small town thoughts that feel much bigger than what is going on around me. (An interview lunch is happening at the next table over, and those involved seem to think was a very big deal).
As those around me try to solve their world’s various problems, they have no idea that they are near someone who comes from a much smaller place that is much closer to the way things should be than their wide open yet overly populated space is. Crossett just does something right. I am on a quest, and have been for some time now, to put words to just what it is about zip code 71635 that the world could follow and be better off.
I’m not quite there, but so far on this journey I have noticed a vast number of you who really don’t get it.
And I know you don’t get it because of the constant negativity coming out of your mouth regarding our community. I hear things ranging from, “There is nothing to do here,” to, “There is too much to do here.”
The complaining runs the gamut so completely it cancels itself out from the realm of truth.
I’ll put it in a less philosophical way: Crossett, you complain to a point of meaninglessness.
I’ll put even simpler: Hush up and actually pay attention to what is actually happening.
When I returned home to Crossett for good three years ago, my appreciation for it was so large because I had been away from it and seen firsthand what life is like in other towns. And while not everyone can come back to Crossett with this same appreciation, we can all at least learn to appreciate what we have here.
Science has relatively recently proven that we are in charge of our brain’s wiring. Much like an electrician who wires houses, we can wire our brains to see and feel the positive or we can wire them to see and feel the negative.
If you are one of those stuck in a broken record rut of negative verbage about Crossett, try a simple exercise — everytime you hear yourself complaining about Crossett, follow up the sentence with, “But I do like the way Crossett (fill in the blank).” According to the science, you can actually change the very way you see things in a matter of weeks. Six, to be exact.
I have such a well-worn mental path of positive thoughts, you are welcome to come walk it with me as a way of guiding your rewiring process.
Simply catch up with me at upcoming events, painting sessions at the “Meet Me On Main Street” mural we are putting on Crossett Mercantile’s south wall, or on Monday’s litter patrol sessions. Come find me or call me at 870-500-0303.