Every Monday, I start my week by highlighting what makes me happy from the previous week. Why? Because I believe we multiply what we focus on, and that gratitude is the first step in learning how to be happier.
Last week we all worked our butts off on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday so that we could enjoy a long weekend at the Grand Canyon. (Good thing we did, too, since it is virtually impossible to get in touch with the outside world, INCLUDING THE INTERNET, from the Grand Canyon. It’s as if they want you to unplug or something.)
So, yeah. The Grand Canyon.
It was on our list of Things We Figured We Should See But Weren’t Overly Excited About.
Like Niagara Falls.
Except that the closer we drove to the Grand Canyon, the more excited we got about seeing it. See, you can’t see it coming. At all. I imagined a vast, sandy desert that would give way to a hole, but the South Rim (the only part that’s accessible during the winter) is actually a hilly, forested area right up to the part where the Earth splits open. It’s like God’s own stage curtain hiding and taunting at the same time, building the sense of anticipation until all of a sudden…
And it’s nothing like what you thought it would be, but way, way more, and you can see now why 6 million people a year come to stand in awe of a giant hole in the ground.
Because it’s proof, somehow, that the world is bigger and more amazing than we could possibly imagine.
Because it feels strangely good to feel so small, so childlike that the urge to climb and crawl over those massive rocks is overwhelming.
And that’s what we did. Despite not having the proper gear (we bought clampons for our shoes and rented poles) or having winter coats for everyone (I made do with a tank, t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, cardigan, and hooded sweatshirt), we ventured down into the canyon on Saturday morning. The four of us hike three miles roundtrip and about 1,100 feet below the rim, into another world of vistas, history, and proof that the world spins on just fine without your help.
My kids, by the way, are rock stars and I – well, I survived the hike down and the climb back up. And it was worth every single wheeze and ache.
In other words, go. Make plans, save your cash, and go experience this great, big thing that can only be understood face to rock face. And when you do, don’t be too proud to be humbled by the awesomeness.
May we never be too proud to be awed.
What made me happy this week was being amazed by something that lived up to and surpassed all the hype.
What made you happy?