In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”
When I was young my happy place was the golf course. I loved the game of golf, it restored and revived me, you might say it drove me. My body let me down I can no longer play the game of golf, unless it’s on a computer.
Another place that always restored my groove was a hunting place, for deer, waterfowl, or pheasants. Another happy place was fishing, it could be from shore, from a boat, or off from our dock at the edge of the lake, even through a hole in the ice.
One major happy place was growing a very large garden, all kinds of vegetables, even asparagus. I live where there is about nine months of winter. My wood shop was one more place to find that old groove.
My body no longer allows me to find my groove in any of these places. I only hope that I will find my new happy place in my blog site. My Mixed Blog and I should get along just fine.
I was very fortunate to have several happy places.
4 thoughts on “My Happy Places”
I think one of the secrets of having a happy life is to find whatever we can in our present situation to make us feel fulfilled. You seem to have been able to do this. Good for you!
Thank you. It sounds corny but we have to make the most of every situation. Life is good even when it is bad. People around you always share their strengths.
Growing into geezerhood is not for sissies is what I have to say about all this, as one geezer to another! You’ve got good memories, eh!
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Memories, for sure, glad I got them. I was always going to stay young! What happened, people try to help me cross the street? Has to be all mental, or maybe i’m trying to BS my young at heart self. Life is still good every day.