2 days ago
I used to believe that if I wasn’t happy with where I was, I can change three things: people, places, and things.
The people, maybe the hardest to change: who you spend your time with. Are they enriching your life, enforcing good habits, enabling bad ones? If you spend lots of time on here and I don’t bring you joy, unfollow me. Follow someone who empowers you in my stead.
The place, could mean either moving to another city, apartment, or just taking a walk. Move. Move your body. Take a hike in the woods without your phone, swim, hike, yoga, take a road trip, cross country or across town. Book a ticket to somewhere that you feel will change your life and immerse yourself when you arrive.
And finally things, the toys and tools and food and phone. Too many are a burden. You’ll usually find out what things you shouldn’t be hanging out with: if you eat bad food, your body will tell you. If you wear bad clothes, your friends will tell you, hopefully. My photography has been feeling stagnant, and I’ve been pushing myself to shoot more film photography. This photo was taken on 35mm in that same effort to change the tools I use. You can usually bring the old thing back if you miss it too much.
What if I can’t change them? Or worse yet, what if I don’t have the will or the drive to change them? Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that. I don’t have any answers at all, I’m finding. The struggles with these things and places and people are also the very things that make life worth pursuing. The bad apples you’ve been hanging out with are apples too, we’re all just walking each other home. The places that drain you might have become better spaces because of you. The things that you shed are snakeskins, they’ve served their purpose, however imperceivable that purpose may seem.
So I’ll go, I’ll start small, I’ll change the camera I use today and something more significant some other day. “If you don’t like where you are, move! You are not a tree!” an American author named Jim Rohn might have said that.