When I was little my dad was a fishing guide. That means people would pay him money to take them fishing because he knew where the good catches were. (In fact, he can go back to lakes he fished decades ago and remember the best places to find fish.) Maybe that's where I got my live what you love work and life philosophy.
My dad recently got this tiny 2-person boat that he calls The Mean Machine for the new lake house. Watching him drive it around on the little lake him and my mom now live on makes me laugh - every single time. When he's in a boat (no matter how small) on a lake (even if it's more like a pond) he's completely in his element - he's content to fish by himself but I think he's happiest when he's sharing the experience with someone else.
It makes me wonder - do I have a Mean Machine? Where am I most in my element? I think my happy place might be on the other side of the world or at least 12,000 ft. above sea level. What about you? Where is your happy place?
Where there is coffee, writing, and a good book, that is my happy place. Lately, that place looks like Barnes & Noble but it can be at home too. I am an easily pleased girl. :)
ReplyDeleteawww happy places. I did a post on them a while back: http://callofthe-wild.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-place.html
ReplyDeleteAny sort of beach is my happy place, though. I'm definitely drawn to water.
You know it: Michigan.
ReplyDeleteAlso - I think your happy place is the future.
ReplyDeleteIn my own head.
ReplyDeleteHiking, preferably in western Washington State, with family or friends who can keep up :-) That's my calmest, happiest place. My big life dreams revolve around hikes I want to do, including (but not limited to) the Pacific Crest Trail and the Camino de Santiago. Someday!!!
ReplyDeletewhat a ridiculously cute little boat. my happy place is on the dance floor - or at least dance aerobics.
ReplyDeleteI don't necessarily have a tangible happy place. I love a beach and I love a mountain. Even the desert, although I suspect that has quite a bit to do with coachella. I guess I'm happiest watching live music but even then I find myself either wishing I were invisible or that the other people would disappear. So I guess my happy place is more of a feeling. Anything that cures the mean reds. It lives in songs and scents and glances and touches but the main criterion I keep returning to is it must make me feel like Tiffanys so I guess if I find a place like that in real life I will buy some furniture and give the cat a name. ;) Okay, done with my insomniatic rambling.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love how you edited these photos. So cool and different!
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