Do you like to go fishing?
I love fishing. Actually, no, I love the act of fishing. I like to joke that every 20 years or so, I actually catch a fish. My parents have a picture of me on their wall, taken when I was about 8 or 10 years old, standing in a creek in the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia with a fish that I caught. About 20 years later, I caught another fish in the Adirondacks, which are also in the Appalachian Mountains. I was very proud of that. They put that picture of me on their wall, too, underneath the other one.
I used to go to Sag Harbor, Long Island, on the weekends, and my boyfriend at the time talked me into buying one of those fancy road bikes, the kind that you have to click your shoes into the pedals to ride. It was quite pricey, but he assured me that it was a respectable road bike. So I bought it, and then I bought a basket, a bell, and panniers, and put them on the road bike, and suddenly it was deemed a non-respectable road bike.
I used to take my non-respectable road bike down to a spot that I knew behind the Sag Harbor Golf Course where I could have some solitude and fish. I never caught anything on those trips, but I realized that it wasn’t catching a fish that I was seeking. It was really the solitude and the chance to be by myself and in my own thoughts, just staring at the water. It was a very magical, special place.
Here is a picture of the fish that I caught. Ironically, it’s about 20 years after I caught the other fish that’s on my parents’ wall. Rumor has it that the Adirondacks is a great place to go fishing, and I can confirm that because I’ve caught two fish there in the past 20 years.
As the owner of an HVAC company and a small event business, as well as a mom of two teens and a wife, my days are pretty packed. But every day I carve out a little bit of time where I can have some solitude, listen to the birds, feel my feet in the grass, and just be.
I planted a little wildflower meadow on the side of my yard. I love visiting it and pretending like I’m at the Petit Trianon, seeing all the blooms wet with dew in the mornings, and looking at the delicate flowers and their petals. I hope I don’t get my head chopped off, but anyway, I promised to give you some tips and tricks in my newsletter, and here it is.
I urge you to find those quiet moments every day where you can just be. Even if you have to pretend like you have to be doing something like fishing, just be, and be in your thoughts. Listen to your breath, feel the wind on your face, listen to the birds, contemplate that blade of grass, and just be. Or you could say you’re going fishing. Maybe you’ll get lucky and catch a fish, but the act of fishing is the most important thing.
Make it a great day.!
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Warm Regards,
Kimberly Sevilla
