Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Quest for Joy: 10 Things That Make Me Happy




What makes you happy?  This is a question that can be found in virtually every self-help book on the planet.  Now more than ever, we put an emphasis on the pursuit of happiness.  There are so many tips and tricks out there that are supposed to help you achieve happiness.  One of them that seems to be very popular is making lists of gratitude.  This is my attempt at making one of these lists.



Monday, 19 February 2018

Quest Books: Literature for Living Authentically


I am a bibliophile.  I have three bookshelves full of books and a fourth rapidly filling up.  After reading Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events in grade four, I fell deeply, head over heels, in love with books.  I read books on many subjects, but my favorite genres have to be science fiction, fantasy, and travel literature.  Recently, I have found myself reading what could be considered as self-help books.  I am at a crossroads in my life, being a university student and a fledgling adult, and I have been looking for some expert guidance.  I have found these books to be immensely helpful in my quest to find my Quest and I hope that you find them useful as well.


Saturday, 17 February 2018

SubQuest: Running in the Rain



Sometimes it's hard to know when to persevere and when to give up.  Deciding between easier or more difficult options can often be challenging.  Moreover, it's not always very clear which option is the right one.  On a typical cold rainy day in British Columbia, I had a decision to make: Do I drag my family along to go running with me or not?




Thursday, 15 February 2018

MiniQuest: Day Trip to Dartmoor



I found home 4700 miles away from my hometown.  The secret to discovering "home" is to open your eyes and look around you.  Not for places; skyscrapers, castles, and cottages alike do not make a home.  Search for people.  You carry your home around in your heart.  Share it with others and perhaps they will share theirs with you.



























We were cruising down the winding backroads of the English countryside.  A tad cramped in the backseat, I was laughing to myself; marvelling at the tiny quintessentially British car we were riding in.  It reminded me of the movies I had seen growing up and I wondered where this adventure would lead us.  It was just the three of us in that car; two Canadian girls and an English lass.  We were exiting Exmouth and heading towards Dartmoor National Park for a day of attempted rock climbing and meandering in the fields.




I was falling in love with the English countryside.  I loved the rolling hills, the twisting lanes, and the ever-elusive horizon that always seemed just out of reach.  Sometimes we would not see anyone for miles except perhaps the occasional confused sheep, standing in the middle of an already too small road.




The supposed forty-five-minute journey took us nearly two hours.  It was worth the wait.  Dartmoor felt otherworldly.  We crept along the gravelly road on the lookout for a sign that would tell us if we were heading in the right direction.  Eventually, we found our way to our destination: Hound Tor.  We parked the car and, after a small picnic, set out to explore.


 I felt like a mountain goat while attempting to scramble up the craggy surface.  We watched the only other visitors around successfully climb a steep rock face.  Our group of three did not have any climbing gear and so we settled on an easier rock.  When I reached a spot where I could sit, I paused.  I looked out over the surrounding moorland and my fears melted away.  My inner turmoil had vanished.  The feeling was unexpected and welcomed.



On the ride home I was quiet.  Lost in thought, I was trying to figure out how this had occurred.  The rest of the day passed by in a blur.  We suppered, watched a movie, and then headed off to bed.  I laid there in the guest room alone, waiting to fall asleep.  The house was quiet and I was at peace.  All the anxiety was gone.  I wanted to cherish that moment.  I had left home and found it somewhere else.  My new friend and her family were warm and welcoming.  Their kindness taught me that wherever I go I can find home.





Quest Books: Thrift Shopping for Travel Books

After a whirlwind of final exams, I am in serious need of some R&R.  I thought that the best way to kick off my 3-week-ish break (ye...