A while ago I watched a TED video on Thirty Day Challenges (http://www.ted.com/talks/matt_cutts_try_something_new_for_30_days.html), and I have been doing them since. I, originally, cut off of sugar and meat as a thirty day challenge, though it has persisted far longer than a month. Last month I took two on at once: Never lie (If one slips out, correct it immediately) and never use sarcasm. It was a tough month for me, you may be surprised how much you tend to lie in a day )especially if you happen to be a high school student that has to explain why you don't have your homework done). This month however I have started a new challenge for myself: Make everyday a story for tomorrow. What that means is that by tomorrow of everyday to come I have to have a story (a worthwhile one, mind you) about the previous day. By the end of the month I should have a collection of thirty stories/adventures each different from the last. Today was a good day. I went for a hike alone in the woods, stumbled across a baby bobcat to whom I bowed upon meeting and wished him a good, healthy life, discovered a collection of four portraits hung on trees in the middle of no where (art displayed for nature and only those lucky enough to stumble across them), and I ran two miles down hill, which at one point happened to be through a group of (at the time of my passing) annoyed wild turkeys. (I apologize for that huge run-on sentence)
I was wondering if any of you do something similar to challenge yourselves?
The human experience is a complex endeavor, made up of emotions, experiences, and wisdoms. Each emotion, sad, angry, depressed, happy, gleeful, joyful, and many others, is necessary to get the most out of life. One must overcome hardships, dips and peaks, and struggles. Each event, positive or negative shapes who we are.
Perhaps the best way to teach, is with example. For this, I will use my own life. It is what I know best, and I believe it adequately shows the joy that can be found from the sad. When we begin this tale, I am in 1st grade, living in Garden Valley, California.
Garden Valley, perhaps the best place I have ever lived. My family actually lived a few miles outside of town, in the mountains. We had a long, steep drive-way leading down to our house. The house was a pale blue, with a darker blue lining. It was a nice house, an old house, with many fond memories. We had a deck the hanged roughly 35 feet over the garden bellow. We used to sleep on the deck, gazing at the clearest sky I have ever seen. I mentioned we lived in the mountains--that wasn't even half of it. We had forests, stretching out for what seemed like forever, and, to top it all off, a waterfall. Not a small one either. This waterfall was roughly 50 feet high. It was... Mighty. During the Summers it would dry up, and one day, my father had my brother and I climb it--no ropes, gloves, or helmets. Oh, it was marvelous.
My school, Creekside, was amazing. It was named Creekside because it actually had a small creek running through it. The education was, well, I could do exponents and double digit multiplication in 1st grade. My friends... There was Austin, Dalton, Kevin, Crystal, Matthew, and a few others. They were, epic, in the truest sense of the word. I still remember my teacher, Ms. Alan. She was really cool. My life was amazing at this point. I had never been happier in my life, but soon things would take a radical change.