Good Morning and Happy Hump Dayyyy! As I sit here sipping on my Pike's Peak coffee at my favorite Starbucks. I started thinking about what true happiness REALLY could be and what it means to me. So, I thought I would share my thoughts on the subject.
For so many, happiness seems to be fleeting and elusive; others seem to have a good grasp on it and seem to be able to hang on for dear life! Some days are better than others of course.
Happiness means so many different things to so many different people, but there are similarities that have led scientists to believe that there is much people can do to assist themselves in their personal pursuit of happiness.
You know we all at some point or another feel like we are in a rut or just simply stuck and well…we need a little inspiration. You know the feeling….every day you do the same thing, just going through the motions like a “life zombie” until 20 years later something wakes you up. For me, it was spending 2 days in intensive care and a total of 10 days in the hospital because I’d developed a pulmonary clot in my left lung. Just the thing to wake me up. It can be the same for a lot of folks and then you say WHOA!!!! Where did the time and go and truly realize that life is way to short to not dance like there's noone watching…..(I love that song.)
So…in my mind’s eye, when I originally saw the name “Outdoor Afros”, I thought of the Jackson 5’s and I heard ABC, Easy as 123, faintly Motown’n out in the background.
I was wrong and mildly disappointed to find out that the Outdoor Afros are a group of tree hugging nature lovers. Oh, and they were mostly African-Americans. Heyyyyy! Them my PEEPS! Maybe I’ll give them a chance. It could be fun.
I do remember “hiking” when I was a kid growing up in University City, but we didn’t call it hiking. We didn’t call it anything. It’s just where we would somehow end up when we went out to play with the neighbor kids. I remember exploring the creeks that ran behind our house. And don’t tell my Dad this, but we also used to play on the train tracks that crossed over those creeks. That would sometimes involve walking the “trestle” that would pass over the creek. I do remember being scared to death walking across the trestle, hoping and praying that a train would not want to play chicken with me before I could get to the other side. I know….Cray-Cray.
So, I guess I have been hiking before. Let’s just say it’s been a while. I’m a card carrying member of the “City Mouse Club” now.