Fight for Your Happy

Carloads of stuff has left the building. One day, I had had enough of my dark and dreary house. Over the years, I had blindly filled practically every inch of space with stuff. And so much brown stuff. So I gave stuff away and what I did keep became rose or teal or gold stuff. I took the brown matchstick blinds down, took a matchstick to them, planned campouts for the summer and went kayaking.

What started all this, you ask? Decades of survival mode. And working weekends. And not enough passport stamps. I only have one country stamped and that really bothers me.

Say it’s 20 years from now. Will I, will you look back fondly on your life as it is now? Who am I? Who are you? Are you true to yourself or are you in survival mode? As a kid, I used to walk up to people and announce, “I’m weird.” Where did that flower child weird kid go hide? To work to pay for the new furniture and the closet full of clothes. Then my job ended. Coincidence or no? I do believe in synchronicities!

“Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.” ~ U.G. Krishnamurti

For years I have been practicing portraiture at times when my jobs would allow. And I went to college for Photojournalism. But there are no Photojournalism jobs around here, so I got whatever job I could and felt like caged bird who needs the doors of opportunities opened so I can fly by zipline over the treetops in Costa Rica and try surfing and catch and cook some lobster for dinner and do a 5k on a beach in the Philippines or wherever there is a 5k on a beach. Oh and Yoga in Bali.

So now I am in the fight for life on my terms. I am so scared, but if I have to go back to a 9 to 5, the anxiety and the sciatica will return. Every emotion that you bottle up (including not doing what you want to do) affects your body in some way, did you know that?

I hereby declare that I will not let stuff be the author of my life. Less stuff = more travel. I dream of working while I travel because home to me is when I’m traveling and meeting wonderful people and learning about their cultures. And the more happy people there are in this world means more love. This planet needs more love, don’t you think?

Are you strong enough to live from the heart? Are you tired of keeping up with the Joneses? Join me in doing you. Live authentic!