Gretchen Rubin in “The Happiness Project,” suggests that “an atmosphere of growth” and striving for a goal, not its attainment, are hallmarks of happiness. Growth, for me, has occurred through mental and physical challenges. When my life lacks these challenges, I’m not happy.
These challenges do not come easy to me. I’ve always loved learning, but technical subjects, like photography’s F-stops and apertures, still confuse me. Photoshop is a continuing source of frustration, even though I’ve taken classes.
I love going to school. “How to” classes are always fun, but not necessarily successful. I took a watercolor class in which the instructor was obsessed with us painting pears. My pears looked dismally inedible.
Another “how to” was a class in burrata making. Burrata is a luscious Italian cheese made from mozzarella and cream. It looks like this:
Mine, most definitely, did not look like this.
Physical challenges were even more demanding. Until my early twenties, “physical activity” was not in my vocabulary. I was the poster child for “couch potato.” My husband, a natural athlete, taught me my first athletic endeavor, skiing. I fell constantly. I was so out of shape, I could not pull myself up to a standing position after falling. Every time I “skied” off the chair lift, the only way I knew how to stop was to crash into other skiers. More than once, frozen by fear, I stayed on the chair lift, and rode back to the beginning.
My next challenge: running. My husband began training for a marathon. He quit smoking, and lost weight. He’d come home from his workout, and I’d be in bed reading the Sunday paper and smoking a cigarette. Not good. I began plodding around Kapiolani Park in Honolulu to save my marriage. Little did I know that this was the beginning of many years of long distance running for me.
Hiking was another physical challenge for me. I’ve hiked the Canadian Rockies in a thunderstorm with lightning cracking the sky. I’ve been eaten alive by mosquitoes the size of small Yorkies while hiking in Idaho. I pounded sticks and sang at the top of my lungs to scare off a bear in Yosemite.
As I mosey into my third trimester, I’ll keep, keeping’ on, just like the ladies of the Vineman Triathlon, experts in the art of personal growth.
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