|Published in the South Shore Breaker - November 9, 2016|
In this world of everyone trying to become famous, or just trying to out-do their friends and neighbours, it can be a real challenge to be happy just to be yourself and simply enjoy your everyday life.
And by "enjoy your everyday life", I’m not talking about taking photos of every meal you eat and posting it on facebook.
I recently watched a short documentary called "Born to be Mild" featuring The Dull Men’s Club, an online community of men (and women who appreciate dull men) who just want to be ordinary. According to their website, the group’s greatest accomplishment is "remaining dull in spite of the ever-increasing pressures from advertising, the media, and elsewhere to change."
Now that’s a group that I could happily belong to, but I don’t think I’ll sign up. I’ll just try to enjoy being dull in my own way.
Everything has the potential to be interesting, but the great thing is that we are all unique and we all have different things that capture our attention. The documentary featured a man who travels around taking photographs of mailboxes, someone who collects milk bottles and stores them in a special building, and someone who takes pictures of roundabouts. Did you know that each roundabout is different in some way?
Do those things interest me? No. But the great thing is that these people are happy doing what they’re doing. They found something that makes them happy, even if their hobbies might seem strange or mundane to other people.
Sometimes we can get caught up in the drudgery of living. Every morning, I have the same routine. I get up, get dressed, let the dogs out, make coffee, let the dogs in, feed the dogs, feed the cat, and on and on it goes.
You get the picture. Not exactly the exciting life some people strive for, but I would wager a bet that most of you are the same way. You’ll have your own daily routines, not mine. But we all have our regular patterns that seldom change.
And we should celebrate that. We should strive to be like the Dull Men’s Club and be content with who we are and what we do.
I collected feathers from under the bird feeders in our yard for a few weeks, and I spent an afternoon photographing them recently. Yes, I know. Who gets happy taking pictures of things like feathers or insect wings or other small, inconsequential things? Well, I do. Maybe that’s strange. Or maybe it’s just ordinary. Maybe it’s me being me.
|Dreams are like feathers. Delicate and fragile, but able to fly higher than the clouds.|
|Bottle House in Cap-Egmont, PEI|
We should all try to be happy just being ourselves. It helps to understand that sometimes this takes work. Most of us fall into the trap now and then of measuring ourselves, our achievements, or our lives, against other people. It’s easy to slip into the comparison habit, especially if we spend a lot of time online. Remember that most people only share the "best of" their lives. Hey, look at this fantastic gourmet meal I just made. Wow, look at me enjoying this exotic location. Everything is sunshine and light, happiness and life fulfilling achievements. Reality tv is nothing like reality.
|detail from inside one of the Bottle Houses in Cap-Egmont, PEI|