Where is that place where you most come alive? What are the senses that make you feel at peace? Who are you with when you laugh so hard it hurts?
My friend Emily recently posted a photo of her answer and it got me thinking about my perfect place.
I talk a lot to my friends and family about where I am the happiest. I make no secret that I love my adoptive state of Iowa. I also make no secret that anytime I go to Colorado, I feel like a weight is lifted off my shoulders each and every time. But that happens any time I go to the mountains or the beach. In fact, as I write this, I am headed for a weekend up in the Adirondack mountains for some much needed rest and relaxation.
But Emily’s perfect day, her perfect moment, is dinner with a group of her best friends.
And it struck me how simple that is. I absolutely adore my friends and what they bring to my life. They push me. They challenge me. They tell me the truth when no one else will. And when needed, they give me the ass-kicking I need (see my friend Kade for an ass-kicking if you’re in need).
I can find happiness and peace in a lot of places. No matter if it is Iowa, or Colorado, or the beach or a quaint coffee-house, so long as I am with someone I love and care about, happiness follows.