Ever feel a bit under pressure? like stress is just bearing down from every angle and degree....
The economy is funky right now (we all know that). I've been job-less now for a period of 3 months and am now just finally back on the market, working for part time minimum wage at a department store. I used to have a career. Newly enrolled as a full time student at a nearby college I must commute to daily, the oldest freshmen in my class though I must admit I'm in the traditional program not the adult. I've moved back home with the parents, after being independent for 5 years. Bills arrive and stack up almost daily. My homework assignments line my goodwill backpack....
i feel pressure. i need my happy place.
Where's my happy place, you might ask? I can't really narrow it down to just one specific place or even time frame, rather I have quite a few:
-laying prostrate on the dock at camp swoneky, facing the water beneath me
-kneeling at a stone altar in colorado springs
-the moment i wake up refreshed on a saturday morning
-late night beneath the stars
-and oh, of course in my Bry's arms
it is in these places that I'm able to loose sense of self and awareness of the world around me. I can shrink back and reload. Think. Calm. And it's good again.
Can you ever get too much of a happy place?
Where or what is your happy place?
