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LIFE | LOVE | PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

Updated: Jul 29, 2019

A journey. An adventure. A metamorphosis.


 

H A P P I N E S S - T H E M I S S I N G P I E C E

Happiness. Every person has their own unique definition. Everyone has their own distinct happy place--the place they feel the most content, the most joyful, the most them.


For you, happiness could be when you've gone for a run for the first time in months (or years). Or maybe when you've cooked dinner without setting off the fire alarm. Or even when you spot the cutest puppy, still learning how to use his little legs.


For me, happiness takes many shapes and forms. It's holding my husband's hand and rubbing my puppy's belly (not necessarily in that order). It's curling up by the fire on cold nights with hot chocolate and blanket in hand. It's rocking on the front porch, sipping lemonade (wine), now that we've finally left winter in the dust.


Without a doubt, every moment in life is not exuding happiness. Bills still need to be paid. Taxes need to be done. Monday afternoons still drag on forever, somehow. Everyday, mundane life seems to creep in and take over. That's normal--expected even. The problem arises when those happy moments become fewer and far between. When happiness becomes fleeting, and you can't remember the last time you laughed--like really laughed. One of those good ole belly laughs where you're just overcome with hysterics and you can't stop, no matter how hard you try. Maybe you even let out a snort (or two).


For me, I realized I had a problem when the moment I got into work, I started counting the hours, minutes, seconds until I could walk out the door. When I'd spend an extra few seconds making sure I washed my hands extra thoroughly, because, you know, cleanliness is important (it is). When I'd take the long way back to my cube so I could walk past the one wall of windows and actually get a glimpse of some sunlight. When I'd spend another few moments in the stairwell because that was the only place that I could spend a second alone. Anything to kill time. Anything to pass the day.


It really made me re-evaluate my choices. In a 9 to 5 job, was there room for me to be happy? Am I selfish to take my happiness into consideration? I mean, most people go to work to make a living, not for entertainment purposes. But what happens when you feel like you're slowly being robbed of your happiness?

 

A B R E A T H O F F R E S H A I R

I left my cube. I put my degree away--now, a glorified (expensive) paperweight. I put some things on hold. Others, I expedited. I tried things I had never dreamed of before. I traveled far and wide. I backpacked Australia's outback solo. I pilgrimaged in Brazil. I summited a volcano in Mexico. I helped shear a sheep in New Zealand. I mountaineered in Washington. I saw the Milky Way on a Hawaiian volcano. I drove to Denali and saw the Northern Lights. I traveled all over the world, saw things I never knew existed--things people go a lifetime without ever seeing.


I got a breath of fresh air.


The more you see, the more you want to see. But the more I traveled, the more I saw, the more grateful I was for what I had. The more humble I became. The more I loved my life. My husband. My family. My rock. My sanctuary.

 

N O P L A C E L I K E H O M E

There's something about coming home after a long trip. Chances are, you haven't been sleeping well on the hotel bed. Maybe you just can't get quite comfortable in the strange sheets. Maybe the hotel shampoo makes your hair feel like straw. Or maybe you feel just a little puffy after eating out 3x a day (maybe that's just me).


But, you can't deny that there's something special about turning into your driveway after a long journey. That anticipation of walking through the front door and knowing you're finally home. Homemade meals. Great cups of coffee. Your own bed. *I repeat* YOUR.OWN.BED.


Returning home after these crazy adventures made me realize that my home was a sanctuary--a place that you get to be uniquely you. It's your own blank canvas that can represent who you are, who you love, your passions, your desires. It's an opportunity to tell your story.

 

F I N D Y O U R C A N V A S | T E L L Y O U R S T O R Y

Everyone has a beautiful story to tell. Whether you're a foodie or an athlete. An artist or an outdoors enthusiast. There's something that makes you uniquely you. You have a story to share with the world. You just need your canvas.

 

A R Y E L L E T E I X E I R A

Realtor. Designer. Storyteller.

Finding canvases & telling stories.


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