What I'd like to share today is an excerpt from a blog post I wrote just under a year and a half ago (Mar 12, 2016). I was living with family in The Bronx and commuting into Manhattan 7 days a week to walk dogs while keeping up daily comms across seas with @teamhumble and doing little freelance jobs here and there so as not to get behind on bills.
I was not well.
Mentally, physically, emotionally I had been through a rough few months and was barely keeping it together, and although I wasn't writing on any kind of consistent schedule, there were moments where a bit of light and clarity broke through the clouds and I'd jot some sentences down.
I'm posting this today because I still believe these words hold true. Finding a way back to what makes you feel centered and grounded is a skill I wish I had developed much earlier in life. I hope this little piece encourage you too! Although I've still got a ways to go I've got the momentum of past efforts at my back, and a much more equipt tool kit to keep it moving.
My favorite number is 57. Seems to follow me, so without any more rambling here's a post from a broken and hurting girl who found peace in a tiny slice of nature in the middle of The Bronx ...
Happiness Hack #57
What makes me happy?
I felt an anxiety attack coming on yesterday afternoon, so I grabbed my sneakers, and my phone for taking Nomad.Pictures (might as well be a productive panic attack) and I wrote this while taking a walk/run through the park…
What makes me happy?
“Actually, being me does. - funny how easy that is
Mostly I’m trying to be the other
Maybe I really AM "beautifully and wonderfully made"
Sometimes I FEEL wonderful...
- When I am in good company (Around good people- who understand my heart and my head. I’m so thankful for them. They honor my Dayle-ness, while I’m often busy trying to change it.)
- When I'm around tall trees,
- Animals,
- Bodies of water
I used to think those things removed me from myself long enough for me to find happiness, but actually, they make me happy because ultimately, they reflect ME - funny.
The more I surround myself with people who allow me to be me, the happier I am.
The less stuff I have, the happier I am.
Nature has that gentle way of stripping away all of “the other stuff” too, leaving only ME.
When I’m outside, I feel my lungs, my heart, my eyes squinting from the sun, my hands touching rough textured surfaces (everything inside is so sterile and smooth)
Mostly, I’m more aware of ME- and if that's what makes me happy- maybe I really am wonderful.”
Just a thought.
❤ Dayle
Don't want to take your own photos? Use ours! 100% royalty free and CC0 stock photos at nomad.pictures! A site (and now steemit account @nomadpictures) I run with @teamhumble to get pictures out of the camera roll and onto the web 👍🏻
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