On Inspiration and Happiness
I grew up in a family of six where the television either had too few channels to entertain kids or the rabbit ears had been broken in a sword fight, rendering them useless for picking up signals. We played games outside in fierce, competitive battles that usually ended in tantrums and tears when I lost, which was often. My brother is 14 months older than I am and as a toddler, he could be usually be trusted to remain seated in his car seat while our dad worked, while I would be out in a flash, tearing up the vehicle and happily playing with the mud from Dad's boots.
When I was six I would catch the tiny flies that hover just above your head in swarms in the springtime and I would bring them to the spiders who had beautiful, intricate webs in the hedges along the front of our house. When I was eight, I would let spiders crawl on my hands and watch them in fascination as they moved all 8 legs, sometimes with a loose thread of silk trailing behind them. When I was 9, a spider bit me on the hand and I would hate spiders for a really long time, until I returned home from Australia at age 21 and realized that PEI spiders are nothing to be afraid of in comparison to the creatures found beyond this tiny island.
When I was a kid, I was so intrigued by the world around me that my mother had no doubt that I would be an archaeologist or an entomologist. I could spend hours looking at the buds growing on trees or the spiders building their webs, examining the different sizes of the grains of sand in a handful, or admiring the snowflakes falling and melting on icy trees.
When I was a teenager, I forgot how much I loved the world. I often say that as a teenager I forgot to look up at the trees and the sky, or down at my feet and the ground. I was so focused on what mattered to everyone else that I forgot what made my own heart beat. As a young adult, I started looking back up at the clouds and back down at the dirt. I started exploring again. I watched the buds grow on trees in the springtime, listened to waves crash on the beach, felt the sun set and rise again on my skin. This earth serves as my inspiration to find the beauty in the moment.
When I have a lackluster day and I can't make it outside, I go through photos I have taken. I am reminded of the millions of moments of beauty that I have seen, and the thousands of photos that I have of them are proof of the abundance of beauty in this world.
Happiness, for me, is being connected to the earth and it's beings. Happiness is finding the silver linings on the cloudy days, seeing the interactions between siblings, between partners, between parents and children. Happiness is the small moments that we take for granted. My inspiration is and forever will be happiness.
I'm an outdoors loving, animal obsessed, nuggets of happiness driven 27 year old woman. Here are my thoughts on the beauty I've encountered. Enjoy!