This year, I’m determined to find my happy place.
I used to know exactly where that was. Sitting in the darkness of a theater, preparing to write a first night review. Walking through a local home, taking notes so I could share some of the great ideas the homeowner had incorporated. Walking through a garden, jotting notes about herbs and roses and perennials and gasping in delighted wonder when presented with a flower I had never before encountered.
And, yes, at the keyboard, where I brought all those notes together in a story that I shared with thousands of readers.
I can honestly say being a reporter was my happy place.
In retirement, I am still trying to find the perfect happy place, but it takes time to settle into a new rhythm, new enthusiasms, and new places to go to find the same joy that reporting gave me.
The best example I have of someone who has found her happy place is my sister Therese. She spent New Year’s Eve and is spending New Year’s Day and night moving into new booth spaces in a Twin Cities antique shop. Whenever life gets her down, she goes to the shop to fiddle and re-merchandise all of the wonderful antiques she can’t squeeze into her home.
Like most antique dealers, she ended up with a booth in a shop when she had to do something with all the excess merchandise she had acquired over the years. And because we are sisters and best friends and we share one brain, she has pulled me along for the ride.
I don’t know if this is my new happy place, but it comes close. I have always been an auction junkie so I was in much the same position as Therese, but instead of getting a booth at the antique center I just started holding annual sales to clear the garage and basement so I could buy more.
But some of my happiest times are talking on the phone with Therese as we describe our new finds, how we fixed them up, and where we will put them in the house — or, yes, in the next sale.
So this is the year I’m going to fine tune exactly where my happy place is. Maybe it’s a lot of places — the auction, an estate sale, or one of many local garages at a weekend sale.
If you don’t have a happy place, make this the year you find your own. In a mean, nasty world it’s important to have a happy place.