“Life is available only in the present moment.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
I’ve been combating a post-adventure funk for a solid two weeks. I returned home high on accomplishment and all the life I breathed in while spending hours carefully placing one foot in front of the other on beautiful glaciers and rocky mountains. And just a few days later I was attacked by uncertainty.
It trampled on my bliss and cleared the way for a relentless series of questions that invoked panic. The worst part was the person who was asking them: me. I became fixated on the future, convincing myself that with the right strategy I could maximize my happiness and enjoy that many more mountain adventures.
I knew better. I really did. But that knowledge didn’t make me happy. It didn’t rekindle my enthusiasm for my everyday, much more average world.
Luckily, I was saved last Friday night by the tall grinning man who walked out of a dressing room in a monkey suit. Technically, the suit was one-piece fleece nightwear that had arrived much too early for Halloween or chilly winter practicality. And that man, he’s my boyfriend.
I was in near tears as he pivoted to shake the tail dangling from the backside. My laughter met with solidarity as surrounding shoppers took in the bizarre sight. There was no “to buy or not to buy” debate. We went straight from the dressing room to checkout. At $25, it was a bargain of an anti-blues necessity.
I tried to convince him to put it back on, take a lap around the mall and spread cheer to even more people. He wasn’t interested. It was quite warm and he had already succeeded in his mission. He had delivered one perfect, silly moment that reminded me how I could find everything in the present.