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Bursting with Joie de Vivre

Bursting with Joie de Vivre

Looking back at my life I can see that for most of it, I was in a rush, impatient to experience the next thing. For example, I was so voraciously hungry when I was a baby that mom couldn’t feed me fast enough. I have  my own family legend which describes me inhaling a spoonful of food then throwing open my mouth for the next life-saving bite. Imagine a starving baby bird! I was happy but in constant motion. It must have been exhausting for my parents.

Yes, my irrepressible delight for living showed up right away.  In my one year old photo I was so excited about the photoshoot the photographer gave up trying for a still shot. My hands, tightly clasped over my belly, would not stop pumping up and down, most assuredly an early warning sign.

Just before I was to start Kindergarten my body broke out into a smelly sweat that required a Dr’s visit. But it wasn’t because I was worried. It was because I was so excited to go to school. It took a long time to learn the difference between excitement and worry.

When I was 10 years old Mom and Dad put me on a Greyhound bus to Seattle to stay with my aunt for a while to help with my five little cousins.  I was not in the least worried about travelling alone, and if mom and dad had concerns, I was oblivious. What I was most excited about was the bus ride and my Aunt’s nail polish collection, brilliant colours all lined up on her dresser. It was good action.

This love of adventure followed me through my teen years as I embraced every opportunity to try something new. When I turned sixteen I got a part time job, my driver’s license and a car, all in short order. 

At the same time my first boyfriend Bob, or friend Bob as mom called him, used to pick me up on his motorcycle every Friday night for dinner at Boston Pizza and then a movie. He taught me how to play the guitar, for which I am grateful, but once I mastered being a biker chick it all became boring. To this day, save me from routines and repetition.

My next crush was a young man called Mike, who I met on one of my visits to Seattle. He lived next door to my aunt, and was a university student. He taught me how to play the drums.  I was still in high school at the time and couldn’t understand why my parents would not let me go visit him at his home in Michigan the following summer. Instead my best friend and I took a three week train trip across country to Ottawa, Montreal and Quebec City, and for the time being, I was satisfied.  

When I was too impatient to finish University I took off with my one love, Pierre, to live in a trailer on an orchard in Naramata. It was the end of my parents’ attempts to influence my decisions or contain my passions.  I remember my Dad wondering what he would tell the neighbours, as if I cared. The picture he took of Pierre and I driving off in his little green Fiat came out in black and white, even though it was a colour film. I’ve always wondered about that.

Imagine living in a 100 square foot trailer in the middle of an orchard, with the one you love, picking ripe fruit in the morning to stew up for toast. It was bliss, until after a while I felt the old urge to do something new. Unfortunately Pierre was not in a rush, happy to just be. Oh what I now know!

Shortly after my dream time in the orchard, I became a travel consultant and my need for adventure was once again satisfied. Next, marriage and babies grounded me for a few years, but caring for my two little humans and mentoring them to be their best adult selves, was, and is my most satisfying undertaking. I say this in the present because in my experience,  it’s only at the grave that parents can sign off. I think of my 88 year mom here and smile. Of course the job of parenting never becomes boring, especially when the kids have their own kids.

As I look back over the years I can see myself at many thresholds, some easy to cross, some not, some happy, some not.  But with every change there was always a new beginning, a way to reset. Somehow I pulled myself forward, usually with blind faith, and sometimes with a sword and shield, plunging headfirst into the battle.  On one occasion my grown up daughter told me I was fierce at times, back in the day. I told her she should be glad I was.

Now in my 60’s,  my natural born joie de vivre has been tempered by big lessons, and satisfaction arrives differently. My stamina is not quite the same or my risk tolerance. I’m better at paying attention to my gut instead of overruling it, and I dare say that will keep me on this planet not only a bit longer, but also without so much drama. Perhaps if I had been less spontaneous with earlier decisions some catastrophes would have been avoided.  But meh. It’s all part of who I am now and I own it all.

I don’t  look back anymore except to appreciate the joys and the lessons and to congratulate myself for the wins. And I’m wiser and more discerning so outcomes are better! Thankfully each of us is different, yet I believe everyone has an innate joie de vivre unique to their own personalities. I’ve certainly become acquainted with mine!

For me, the next threshold approaches.  It feels as if I’ve travelled right up to a new line and am ready to step over it. Considerable navel gazing got me there, to be sure. Lately I’ve noticed familiar confusion and excitement return, keeping me off plumb just a little. But life has taught me this heralds a new beginning so I can just allow the excitement to build without concern. What will it be? I’m as thrilled as I was as a 5 year old waiting to open presents, and will be happy to share in future posts.

Along the way I’ve had the chance to learn the difference between a threshold and a precipice. For a long time I was on the precipice, especially after my marriage dissolved. Both are edges, have endings and represent change, but at the precipice, peering down a bottomless, black tunnel, with no hope, it feels like the end. If this is you, bless  you.  Please reach out.

If you are feeling low, instead of looking down, look up. Notice your lips curl skyward as you do and sense your mood lift. Our friend Bob Newhart once counselled a patient focussing on her misery to STOP IT!” I hope his short skit improves your spirits. Take that one laugh and let it make a difference. Know that one laugh can lead to another, and a game-changing shift in perspective. One day does make a difference.

Today, even though it’s December, I see cherry blossoms in my mind’s eye, and imagine crisp fresh air plunging down my windpipe. This is my magic tonic, to imagine the good.

So I say  “LOOK UP” (not down), or at least the other way, and feel the subtle shift. Your own brand of joie de vivre awaits.

I love you all.  Best wishes for joy in the holidays and throughout 2019

Shea

Here is a previous posts on joy.

  https://fourfigs.ca/2018/10/joy-in-a-ducky-suit/

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Shea Bell

Besides all my creative passions, and loving up my people, what I treasure most is meaningful connection; heart connection, those deep and satisfying times where sharing visions and woes, thoughts and solutions, makes it all worthwhile.

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Brian Bell December 16, 2018 - 4:26 pm

This is perhaps your best post so far, Shea. Not sure why I think that, but it may have to do with the consistent first-person perspective – and the identifiable characters ?. Anyway, I loved it.

While I was reading and considering your words an unexpected thing happened: Our robot vacuum cleaner scuttled into the room and made a beeline towards my feet. While this does not rise to the ‘precipice vs. threshold’ nexus you talk about, it was nonetheless a clear decision point. Do I let it bonk into my stockinged feet (and hope it will go away); or do I anticipate its approach vector and roll out of the way, so it can suck up any crumbs left from my lunch?

Life, I suspect, may be a bit like this robot encounter. We can either raise our shields and undertake to ‘repel all boarders’, or we can move out of the way, happy with the notion that this very 21st Century disruption could actually make our lives easier (and our floors cleaner) if we just change the way we view unexpected events. I don’t mean like the Gary Oldman ‘broken glass’ scene from Fifth Element, but something much more constructive. I’m sure you understand. Sometimes we simply need to get out of our own way.

Please keep up this work. You are very much appreciated.

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Shea Bell December 17, 2018 - 9:11 am

Your readership, thoughtful response and circumspection are also much appreciated. Humour as well! I do think this robot is a good metaphor for taking the path of least resistance, by all accounts the way to be.

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DONNA DOBO December 17, 2018 - 4:59 pm

Exuberant joy is the calling card of love, especially new love at any age. Infant to mother, courting couples, the discovery of an art form that you are internally forced to pursue passionately because it makes your spirit overflow with endorphins. I see this in your blog writing. I enjoy every post more than the last. This one has a natural effortless flow.

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Shea Bell December 17, 2018 - 5:49 pm

So glad you enjoyed it Donna. Living in the flow, for sure, and enjoying myself.

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Lauren Laing December 18, 2018 - 9:34 am

Joy. Such a simple word but has undeniable impact when practiced. I loved this post. Thank you for sharing your gift.

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Shea Bell December 18, 2018 - 12:47 pm

Blessings my lovely one.

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Karen Bell December 18, 2018 - 9:22 pm

Now some people also need to recognize that a little effort may be required to reach this ultimate realization. Sometimes you just have to empty the trash bin!

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Shea Bell December 19, 2018 - 8:19 am

You are so right Karen! And sometimes the bin gets a little stinky before we notice. xo

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