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Happy Places

Happy Places

I have begun to strive for the ability to learn something from every situation. I strongly believe that not once will you go on a trip, have a conversation, or have any experience that you cannot learn from. Last week I spent six days rafting on the Lower Salmon River in Idaho with three different families. The trip was amazing and I saw things I never expected to see. But I learned three important things during my week in the wilderness. Today I'm here to share one of the things I learned. 

For those of you who don't know my dad, first of all, you're missing out. Secondly, he is a total outdoors man. He loves fishing, skiing, boating, camping, backpacking- everything. I've always known this about him, and it's something I admire. He has always taught me to love and respect the world we live in. So, it didn't come as much of a shock when within ten minutes of launching our boats and saying goodbye to civilization for a week, he announces that this is his happy place. The river. Where faces are away from phones, the stars come out in all of their glory, and all you have to worry about is finding a spot to set up your tent. I nodded absently, not wholeheartedly. Because while the river is a happy place for me, it is not my happy place. 

Over the course of the week, I thought about what a happy place is. Why when my dad stated that this was positively his, I didn't resonate well with the idea. I have come to the conclusion that every single person has a different happy place, where they feel most content with themselves and the world. For some it is the river or the ocean or some far away destination, and it is easy to realize that is where they are happiest. For others, their happy place may be the comfort of their room, a local coffee shop, a church, or a park. It seems to be more difficult to call the slightly mundane places a true happy place. Our society tends to romanticize the idea of getting away from home, seeing the world, finding your passion, etc. I was subconsciously telling myself that my happy place must be grand and extravagant- the bigger the better, right? I've learned that It's okay to be a homebody. It's okay if your happy place is a coffee shop with a journal and a friend. It's also okay if your happy place is the top of a mountain. It's your happy place, the only qualification it needs is the ability to make you happy. 

So my dears, I encourage you to think about where your happy place may be. The possibilities are endless. Big or small, old or new, your happy place is yours. Once you find it- cherish it. Write about it, share it with those you love if you feel inclined, but don't ever feel as though it is not enough. If it makes you feel at home with your soul, celebrate and enjoy.

I hope my rambling made a little bit of sense to someone.

Xoxo,

M

 

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