I’m going back to my roots.

Over the break, I went to Mineola, Texas with my mom’s extended family.

Whenever we go to East Texas, I’m overcome with this nostalgia: pit stops at Dairy Queen, unique finds at antique stores, friendly smiles from unfamiliar faces. Sunsets over grassy fields, curious glances from pastures of cows, “oohs” and “ahhs” while shooting fireworks.

Perhaps the best part of our trips is the lack of time restrictions: we wake to the smell of Big Daddy’s pancakes, spend a day chatting and playing dominoes and whatever games we packed, take an afternoon nap, sip post-nap coffee, throw a football, try and fail to catch fish, eat a homemade or local meal, fall asleep after reminiscing even more.

The days are full of laziness and simplicity and utter peace. The hours are long, but time passes quickly. These are moments I place on a shelf in the back of my mind. These are the moments in-between I live for.

Sometimes, I make life hard.

Back in Dallas, I’m time-obsessed, career-driven, success-minded. I’m rushing to and from activity and obligation. I’m doing my best to be more than a half-ass adult.

I need to eat this many calories, clock in this many hours of sleep, read this novel, watch this movie, write this post, share this Gram, meet this friend, eat at this restaurant, shop for this present, pray for this loved one.

Yet isn’t our purpose in life simply to love and be loved? Aren’t we here on earth to satisfy an eternal calling to glorify God? And if you don’t believe in God, don’t you realize we are meant to be humble and kind?

In 2018, I want to stay rooted.

I want to go back to my calling, to remind myself daily of who I am and who I want to be. I don’t want to glance in the mirror, look away and forget what I look like, what I act like.

I’d like to fulfill my calling to love and be loved. To love in this irrational and radical and reckless way: without strings and conditions and hesitations.

To remember I am a writer and a daughter and a friend rolled in one. I aspire to be a faithful role model and a consistent creative and an honest soul.

To do what I mean and say what I feel. To savor the in-between moments and remember the milestones. To realize 2018 will come and go in the blink of an eye, and to cherish the ups and downs that come along with it.

Dear friend, won’t you join me in returning to your roots? Won’t you remember before you forget to live a life of simplicity and peacefulness and calling? Won’t you hold me accountable to these things? Let’s begin 2018 strong, let’s begin rooted.

Posted by:Maelyn Schramm

Adopted from China, I hail from Dallas and spent a few years studying in Waco at Baylor University. As a young-adult, I'm learning how to get by with little money and lots of friends. My new blog, Call Me Mae Be, focuses on the intersection of faith, daily living, travel and wellness. Join me on this life journey!

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