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Day 96 vs 113- Happiness is … a magic carpet ride with friends

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In order to combat the staggering out-of-dateness of my blog, I shall be writing two happiness tasks per blog. My present day task along side the next task I should be writing about. Eventually I’ll be up-to-date ūüôā

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Be Vicarious Day 96 –¬†‚ÄúVicarious happiness is only slightly less impossible than vicarious breathing.” ~ me

What in life can truly be experienced vicariously? Probably nothing. However, if I had to choose, perhaps it would heartbreak & death. Traveling the world I’d rather do myself. Until I get around to it though, I will greedily fill my happiness bucket with hand me down travel tales.

I once had the totally sane idea to sell everything and backpack around the world, writing about our adventures and selling the articles to travel magazines, homeschooling the kids along the way, maybe finding a nice place to hide out for a few years. As that was at the beginning of the end of my marriage, I’m sure there is¬†pseudo¬†psychology galore to delve into there, but it turns out I’m not the only one with crazy travel ambitions.

A woman I know personally and would describe as having a fabulous, yet perfectly sane family, did recently backpack around Europe. They blogged their travels. They home schooled the kids. They lived my dream. And even more recently, I un-enviously sipped and savoured my way through her stories, broadened my view of the world through her eyes, and felt somehow more sophisticated just for knowing her.

And then we talked about relationships and work and the weather. We gossiped, we shared, we hugged, we commiserated and congratulated, we laughed and enjoyed, and we could have been any two women anywhere in the world.

What in life should never be attempted vicariously? Probably everything. Definitely not friendship. That’s one experience I’d travel the world for.

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the sun is always shining above the clouds

Flying Day 113 –

“Happiness is a myth we seek,
If manifested surely irks;
Like river speeding to the plain,
On its arrival slows and murks.
For man is happy only in
His aspiration to the heights;
When he attains his goal, he cools
And longs for other distant flights.” ~
Kahlil Gibran
Cars must seem magical to babies. Climb in a machine at place A, fall asleep and when you climb out…tada… new place. Like peek-a-boo. Cover your face and baby is truly in awe of your disappearance. Remove the hands and… tada… magic. Planes are the grown up version of peek-a-boo for me. The new place you arrive at when you climb out of the magic metal machine was always in existence, but somehow it’s like it has just revealed itself from behind hands of invisibility, a perfect world with living people, water flowing in creeks, trees and wind and rain.
I woke up in my bed in my room in my rented house with snow for a view and four hours later I am stepping out into a green world where I truly wonder if my bed still exists. Later on I will climb into a bed far from my room and my rented house and my life. Planes are an escape hatch for life.
The list of things I love about airports:
  • the panic of overweight baggage
  • the adrenaline¬†rush of patting yourself down for tickets and documentation every 5 minutes
  • the vicarious emotion from witnessing long hug holds between those about to step onto the Hogwarts platform and those being left behind
  • the insanity of chugging a bottle of water just to pass the¬†security¬†check point and then refill it from a fountain 5 feet away…
  • the realization that I have not paid for parking and need to exit the secured area in order to do so and then re-chug¬†the water to pass through security again…
  • the prayer that the plane has a working bathroom because the secured waiting area in small airports does not
  • the sound of¬†suppressed¬†excitement between strangers pretending to preoccupy their time with books and music, seating themselves as far from each other as possible, glancing¬†furtively¬†to determine who they are about to be shoulder rubbing on the plane and wondering if they should have taken more Cold FX and if that baby is going to cry during the whole flight
  • the way the air changes between the airport and the plane

And then I am on the plane. My hands tremble with the thrill of unwrapping the hard candy that I will pop into my mouth only once the plane starts moving. My hands are still tingling as I unwrap the second candy just minutes later. This time I wait. I wait for the feeling of being gently melded to my seat, the ear pulsing push of the magical machine hurtling down the runway. I pop the candy, touch my fingers to my neck for the security of my St. Christopher, close my eyes, and as I feel the lift, that imperceptible shift of gravity Рof reality РI inhale. For a moment it feels as though my expanding lungs are lifting my body and I am flying. For a moment, there is magic.

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So…it has come to this !

Friends who meet you at the airport in fancy cars with a hot travel mugs of tea are out of this world. Wonder if I’d get that same treatment from¬†couchsurfing¬†…

Rating:  Vicarious Day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (getting together with old friends is always exciting)
  • Twitch ‚Äď I’d be ok with experiencing twitches vicariously
  • Happy hour ‚Äď ¬†5 out of 5 (getting together with friends that know the right things to say is better than exciting)

Rating:  Flying Day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (ok positively trembling with glee, but one point docked for a 4 am start)
  • Twitch ‚Äď even at 30, 000 feet
  • Happy hour ‚Äď ¬†5 out of 5 (when the plane lands successfully, it can’t be anything but a 5 out of 5)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Dance and Dance in the Rain.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.

Day 38-Happiness is … winning the olympics

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“All who would win joy must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.” –¬†Lord Byron

Series of 5 – a challenging series of 5 different Pilates exercises performed 10 times each. I am about to attempt the blog equivalent in order to catch up on my happiness task reporting.

Five blogs with 10 lines each. I’m giving myself ten minutes to write each blog. Ready, core engaged, breath, and….GO!

Blog 5 of the series of 5: (note: attempting the series of 5 before a road trip with limited internet access was not one of my better thought out plans)

I won! According to Mr. Byron, I need a friend with whom to share my joy.

Got the helmet on properly!!

Today I competed in my first triathlon (an olympic distance) and decided this would be a great time to make new friends, (and you thought I was joking about the triathlon when I ate dessert yesterday :).

Pre-race I asked advice from seasoned competitors and shared fears with newbies like myself, weighing each candidate for their potential to be my new bff. I was impressed with how welcoming triathlon is as a sport.

Sporting my trendy green swim cap for the first portion, a helmet which one of the race officials informed me I was wearing backwards seconds before I headed out on course for the second part, and my favourite ball cap for the last leg of the race, I’m sure I met my goal of looking great as I crossed the finish line for the photo-op.

As for my goal of making a new friend, well everything was on track – I’d met someone I felt I clicked with, shared some laughs, bonded over the experience of being newbie triathletes – and then I beat her by 50 seconds. I haven’t seen her since results came out, but I know how I’d feel. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to see me at the next event.

Ah well, if it doesn’t work out I know I’m already blessed with fabulous friends to share my joy with and there isn’t¬†a better victory than that.

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So…it has come to this !

I made friends with a new sport… does that count?

Rating: Make a friend day (10 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (anxious excitement…best way to start a day)
  • Twitch ‚Äď here today, maybe not tomorrow
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (didn’t actually make a new friend but the effort got me out of my normal shy mode and the support of existing friends made my day)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Set a goal.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.

Day 9-Happiness is … two by two

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‚ÄúScience is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.‚ÄĚ –¬†Immanuel Kant

¬†‚ÄúHappiness is an organized car?‚ÄĚ – me

  • Hay bales, dogs, tires, bicycles, skis, back roads in inclement weather & kids with snacks to create the mess in the first place ‚Äď incalculable costs to pocket-book, mental state and hair colour
  • New space aged dirt sucking cleaning compound – $3.99
  • Charity fundraisers willing to detail cars – $50
  • Scentsy smell pouch – $7
  • Time spent at a friends house borrowing a shop vac and sharing some coolers – priceless

In an attempt at justified laziness I decided to have my car detailed by a local charity fundraising group. Unfortunately, the organization providing this service was not anywhere I could find them. There is every possibility that this came down to details about time or place that I failed to pay attention to.

So, it has come to this! … I would have to clean my own car. After a day of successfully avoiding the task with work, play, & social visits, I headed to a friends house to borrow her shop vac.

Two hours and two drink slater (he he), my car was vacuumed & organized. It is still dusty because the space aged compound I bought for sucking up dirt left linty stuff in it’s wake.

I might have cleaned the windows but I got a better offer, so I hung up my new Scentsy smell pouch (Beach flavour), and drove off feeling, if not happiness, definitely contentment.

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So…it has come to this !

Good things come in two’s – two hours, two drinks, two friends.¬†

Any suggestions for my upcoming ‘invent a drink day’ ? Leave a comment

Rating: Organizing my car day (7 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 3 out of 5 (I was excited that someone else was going to do it)
  • Twitch ‚Äď the doctors office is not open til Tuesday
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (cleaning the car myself was not ideal, but the girlfriend time is irreplaceable)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask?¬†Click here¬†to get to the ‚ÄėHappiness Is‚Ķ?‚Äô page. You‚Äôll find out why I‚Äôm doing this and if you scroll towards bottom of the page you can read about the rating system.

Tomorrow: Invent a hug day. Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.