I am a Cowboy

For those of you who didn't know, I am a cowboy. Well I at least pretend to be. I mean let's face it, who doesn't like a cowboy. They represent everything that we good and wholesome about the wild west. Someone recently told me that I looked very Texas with my cowboy hat, my jeans and my boots. I feel like I was missing my six shooter and my pickup truck, but oh well.
Something that I would love more than anything would be to own a ranch. I would love to move out of the city and just have some land. Maybe get some horses and cattle to make it legit, but either way I would just love to live out in the country. In so many ways it is a harder life, but it is also a simpler, quitter, slower paced life.
I spent some time on a farm while I was growing up. It was definitely hard work, but the whole pace of life was different. I miss the days when we would sit down to a big lunch and then sit back and relax for a couple hours till the sun passed its prime. There was no real reason to rush to get anything done. Oh there was work that needed to get done to be sure, but there was this unspoken understanding, that the work would get done.
I know I find myself rushing through life and sometimes not taking enough time out to enjoy it. I think that I get so caught up with getting to the next thing that I don’t take time to smell the roses.
Some of the happiest times of my life were hanging out with Rob Cook on his Grandpa’s farm. We worked hard, but we played hard too. I miss that. Maybe, God willing, someday I will be able to buy some land and go back to that simpler life and time.