The Brick Mailbox

Who am I to think that the world does not revolve around me? I am just kid. At 9 years of age, playing around all day and nighttime, I longed for every moment. The time my mom would cross her arms while she waited and sat. Rocking back and forth in her chair on the front porch I knew she was tired of it. All the excuses and selective reasoning to all she has just been trying to concur, it had me perculiar. Inquisitive to many things understanding to very few. And that’s why I hated dreams because reality loved staring back at you.

I learned at a very young age how to drink from a bottle, walk, ride a bike on the first try, how to be punctual. As a consequence, to get a belt whipping if I didn’t subject myself to agreement. I wanted more, daring to jump any fence and the ‘Beware of Dog’ posted that came with it. New projects and family tasks would immense. This was something our family indulged in. Whether it was sports, or choir rehearsals we chopped it up and made it work; so it was minced. There was always something to do and for that longed for something new. This new project packed a punch like one, two... a brick mailbox and a garden attached thru this foggy day of summers dew. And that’s why I hated day dreams because reality loved staring back at you.

It started with supplies, and having the right tools and resources (value no. 1). Everything went hand and hand, and I didn’t have the patience and that’s from young man to woman. But my mom wasn’t going to allow me to give up (value no. 2). With that came establishing a base or foundation (value no. 3), which took up digging, nothing too senseless. So we began and quickly as imagined my attention span vanished. Thoughts paced like: Why? Oh, its so hot outside. Can we stop? I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. All for it to go through one ear and out of the other. This was the time for us all to be out and about enjoying Mother Nature.

A couple hours would go by and by that time it’s turn to start concrete is to be made and laid. Water is needed to add to the concrete so it could be placed, laid and sat to dry. We needed to have the 🧱 which was also needed to be layered just like my skin if I wanted to make it out of this alive. We layered the bricks just like stacking Pringles or pieces of Jenga; I enjoyed it all. Just as to life, if I wanted to work at something I had to build towards it. I did. As I sat back I became excited as to what this big puzzle was shaping up to be. The insertion of the mailbox would come next, which seemingly completed the process. Wait, but you’re wrong. There was the scalping then the drying.

We are now ready to move on, and to no regard it was time to reveal the finished project. And she was phenomenal. I did a great job. So much for wishful thinking right? Honestly, half the time I was some where gazinging upon the sight of the sun. The immense days would soon break and I was ready for what was in-stored.

Great and mighty things await you in whatever journey you are in. Keep fighting and manifest your goals. Because life brings you lemons, you just add honey I suppose. So in conclusion I was able to accomplish a task much bigger than myself and with very little assistance from anybody else. That there is how I knew that I could do it. It was simply something about the Planted Flowers near the Brick Mailbox; growth.