Wilson

I’ve officially started forming an unnatural attachment to my belongings.

Apparently it doesn’t take being cast away on a remote island to start talking to things rather than people. I find myself thanking things when they serve me some purpose, “Thanks for keeping my butt warm, seat heaters!” Afterwards I think, why am I talking to my car?

It appears that being in solitude has given me a deep sense of attachment and appreciation for things I’d never imagined I’d be appreciative for.

Car – While in Montana I spent four hours washing my car. When I looked down at the time, it was 11:00 a.m. and when I looked up again, it was 3:00 p.m. I don’t know where the time went, but it became clear to me that my washing, de-bugging, and shining my car, was my way of showing appreciation to something that’s served me so well on this journey. Towards the end of the cleaning session, while seeking shade in the parking lot behind an Auto Zone, I was shining the wheels and buffing out water spots. All while saying “We’re going to get you nice and pretty again!” or “That just doesn’t want to come off does it?!”

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Hiking Shoes – I’ve formed a true love affair with my hiking shoes. They’re one of the constant things in my life that continue to provide me with utility and let me see the beautiful mountains. While hiking I’ll hear myself saying, “Whoa, that was a big rock and we didn’t sprain our ankles!” It’s like we’re hiking together and I’m always appreciative they’ve made it through yet another adventure with me.

Aquaphor – I’m not sure what would happen if we parted ways but it scares me to think about it. I keep tubes of the stuff in my car, hiking pack, purse and “bathroom.” I’m always saying, “Time to keep my skin from cracking!” before slathering it on the backs of my hands.

These are only a few of the examples of the things that have started to occupy a sort of person-like existence in my mind. They all have one thing in common, that they’re giving me some benefit and in turn I’m sharing thanks and the moment with them, albeit looking a little crazy while doing it.

After thinking more about this, maybe it’s okay to be thankful for such small things. There’s tons of research and articles out there in support of gratitude journals.

I’ve tried implementing the habit of a gratitude journal in my life and it was always hard to get in the swing of doing it. It’s as simple as writing up 2-3 things each morning or evening that you’re thankful for, with the idea being that if you express thanks, your thoughts are more positively influenced.

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But I’m finding while being in solitude, immersed in nature, and on-the-road, I’ve naturally created my own gratitude journal. I’m better seeing the small things that are providing me with such great reward. Rather that writing it down, I’m speaking it aloud, but it’s the exact same concept.

As I’ve happily created my very own concept of Thanksgiving Day, every day, Canadians across this beautiful country are celebrating their observed Thanksgiving Day, officially falling on Monday, October 10. The big difference between them and me is that they’re probably talking to people rather than things.

Happy Thanksgiving Canada! Click here to read more about the Canadian Thanksgiving Day and how its existence was celebrated before America’s – thanks to explorer, Martin Frobisher in 1578.

3 thoughts on “Wilson

  1. Alicia

    I was thinking of this post yesterday as I was cleaning out my closet. I am usually really good at getting rid of things I don’t wear, but I STILL (a year and a half later) can’t part with the clothes I took with me on my 9 month trip. Still feeling attached. It’s very strange. XO

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