Happiness looks different for everyone.
And while each person has their own definition of what “happiness” is for them, the truth is that happiness is a forever evolving emotion. What brings you happiness today might just be responsible for bringing you pain tomorrow – such is with a lot of things in life.
That being said, I wanted to shake things up on the blog this week with a thinking out loud post that creatively wrapped up my weekend camping trip. If I had to use just one word to describe my emotional state this past weekend it would be simple – happy. Being able to spend the weekend at my favorite place in the world with a few of my favorite people in the world was everything I wanted it to be and more.
It was bliss.
It was perfection.
It was happiness.
And so without further delay, I’d like to share with you what happiness is to me – camping edition!
A weekend in nature.
Though I was raised with my mom in LA, I have never been a city girl. Ever.
Traffic, cars, city noises – I can’t stand any of it. Maybe it’s because a part of me was always with Daddy out in the country, but city life has just never felt like home to me. There’s just something about being surrounded by God’s creation, dirt and dust on my legs and sun shining on my face that makes me happy in a way that the city never could – or ever will.
Sharing what you love with the ones you love.
This campground felt like a second home during the summers growing up. Though Daddy and I would only be able to go a few weekends during the two months I was with him, the memories we made at this place will forever be some of my favorites.
I am so happy that my siblings love this place as much as I do.
If you asked any of us what this place is, our answer would be simple: “It’s our campground.” It’s always been ours, since the first moment Daddy made us hike the 1/2 mile back to it, and it always will be. Sharing that feeling with my siblings is something special that makes trips to the campground that much more meaningful.
Fresh picked blackberries.
While Ninja and my siblings slept Saturday morning, I grabbed Opie and hit the trail to gather blackberries for the camp. Though I’ll admit that I ate far more than I brought back, I ended up bringing back roughly a cup worth of berries – plenty for Little Sissy and I to inhale later on in the day.
Having dogs who love camping too.
Y’all, my dogs are rockstars.
Not only did they listen really well [aka not run off into the wilderness when we let them off leash] but they also jumped right into the water with Ninja and I. Though Jax did well I’ve gotta admit, I was shocked with how much Opie liked the water! She tends to have a bit of separation anxiety when she can’t get to me, which is partially why I think she went into the water most of time [to follow me], but even when I wasn’t in the water she was walking right in and roaming around. I was one proud dog mom.
She’s also a pretty good hiking partner though I’ve gotta admit, she’s gotta work on her stamina! 😉
Poor thing barely made it on our walk Saturday morning. Then again she is turning 8 years old this year. Let’s not talk about how much that frightens me.
Early morning campfires.
I was up around 5:30am each morning, which gave me a lot of alone time to sit with my thoughts.
Though I love my husband and my siblings, I also love the quiet that comes with the calm of morning. I enjoy watching the sun rise over the trees, breathing in the slight breeze and getting lost in my own thoughts. Nothing clears my head quite like time spent in nature [though a good workout comes close!] which I think is mostly because it allows me to really tap into myself – there’s no outside interference to get in the way.
And though I didn’t have any mind-blowing revelations out there, I did come to a few realizations, of which have been long overdue.
Being a big sister.
I’m sure you guys are all aware by now what my siblings mean to me.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to convince myself that I’m actually here – that I actually get to live right up the street from them and see them each week instead of only a few times a year. It’s just so mind-blowing to me that something that was always a far off dream has now become a reality.
And this past weekend reminded me of all the reasons why I always wanted to move here –
I love being their big sister.
I love teasing Brother. I love being silly with Little Sissy. I love laughing about old memories. I love our inside jokes. I love watching Brother toss Little Sissy over his shoulder and throw her into the river. I love being stupid and embarassing them.
But most of all, I just love that I get the chance to finally be the big sister they deserve.
Freedom from food.
The journey to recovery is a long one.
It’s filled with highs and lows, cans and can’ts, shouldn’t and wouldn’ts – but not this weekend. This weekend I was able to truly be in the moment that God had given me. I wasn’t concerned with what I was going to eat or what I had eaten, only with how many mosquito bites I was going to wake up with.
This kind of freedom doesn’t happen as often as I’d like. Maybe one day everyday will be as free as this weekend was for me, but until that day comes I’m going to cling to weekends like these and hold them tight within my grasp as a shield for the days that I’m not as strong.
I can’t think of a better way to arm myself.
What is happiness to you?