Friday, February 22, 2013

Finding Your Happy Place

My favorite part of Finding Nemo is the starfish trying to find her happy place as the bratty kid pounds on the aquarium glass. It's that perfect moment of knowing there is no way to escape the crap that's happening in reality so maybe if we close our eyes and imagine somewhere else we can get through it.

Life is unfortunately full of those crappy moments. And the crap can range from a small amount to what feels like a virtual shit storm. So we have to find our happy place to keep from drowning.

A student of mine was talking about how she uses it to get through my Fit to Fight classes. She says if she closes her eyes and finds her happy place it makes the workout easier.

I use it during long conversations with my ex-husband. It helps me keep my tongue and emotions in check. I can drift off to somewhere else in my mind as he talks at me for what seems like hours.

I use it at the dentist because there is nothing I hate more than that scraping sound of the dental picks. I've tried it during painful doctor procedures and even during therapeutic massages as I "white knuckle" the table.

It's a coping mechanism but it's also a gift. To have a happy place means we've had happiness. And we'll discover more happy places in the future. Whether it truly is that perfect place, a strong emotion or a visual that stays with us and makes us smile no matter what is going on around us, it's ours when we need it.

So the next time that bratty kid is pounding on your glass find your happy place. Close your eyes, take a few deep breathes, and find inside what makes you smile or brings you peace. Once reality comes back the crap pool may be a bit easier to swim through.

"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
~A.A. Milne

Even silly old bears have a happy place. What is yours?