During the month-long RADical Days promotion, various Pittsburgh attractions offer free admission on select days and times. I went through the schedule and added everything I might have a remote interest in to my personal calendar, determined to take advantage of the opportunity to travel for free in my new hometown. This past week, I dipped into the freebie pool with a big ol’ bucket.
I spent an afternoon at the Phipps Conservatory by myself.
This was more than an afternoon exploring botanicals. It was the first time I’d taken out my big girl camera in over a month. It felt good to practice photography again.
Emma and I spent a morning getting our hands dirty with arts and crafts at the Pittsburgh Center for the Arts.
She is so creative and talented, and I enjoy making things with my hands even if I’m not especially good at it. During one of the workshops, an art teacher invited Emma to take a fall class she teaches. “It’s for 8 to 10 year olds, but tell the program director I said she can handle it.”
My maternal heart swelled with pride.
“I think she recognized your special talent,” I said to Emma.
“Yep, and I can’t wait to come back and take classes!” she said.
My little artist was not interested in accompanying me to the Andy Warhol Museum, free or not. “I like to make art,” she said, “not look at it.” I tried to tell her that writers should read and so, I assumed, artists should look at other people’s art, but her enthusiasm remained nonexistent. No one else in my family was eager to learn more about the father of Pop Art either, so I set out alone once again. And I wasn’t even a little bit sad about it.
My solo excursion took me on a half-hour bus ride, an adventure I always relish.
But once I got on a bus, I got to spend 30 minute marveling at the beauty of average folks. People watching is my favorite part of public transportation. I often find myself wanting to tap a stranger on the shoulder to let them know they have beautiful eyes or exquisite bone structure. I resist the urge to take pictures of the funky shoes and pretty hairstyles. Instead, I sit quietly in my seat and try not to get caught staring as I enjoy the scenery between the windows.
These were some of my happiest moments from last week. In all, I spent $11 on bus fare and coffee, proving that not all adventures have to be expensive.
What happy adventures did you have this week?
I take the time to highlight what made me happy each week because gratitude is the root of all happiness. I encourage you to develop your own gratitude practice; I wholeheartedly believe it will change your life.