BUBBLES

It might be random, but I think bubbles are one of my most simplest triggers of happiness.  I was at a Monster Truck Derby the other night and someone was selling bubbles.  They blew them into the air as a way to advertise.  I remember looking at the bubbles against the dirty, manly monster truck backdrop, and the contrast could only bring a smile to my face.  Bubbles somehow bring back feelings and securities of childhood.  They are so innocent and free!  I know I'm just sounding cheesy now...

When I lived in New York last summer, me and my pal Ellen were out perusing one night, trying to find something to discover.  We ended up at the coolest fountain/hangout area in Central Park.  At any rest spot in New York there are performers and sellers, this is one thing I really loved about the big city.  The "people watching" was insane!!  But on this night in this magical little corner of Central Park we found a "bubble man".  He was creating gigantic bubbles that were so amazing and cool.  We both sat there and watched, enthralled for 20 minutes.  Then we got involved too.  Here's some pictures from that fabulous experience. This was my last week in New York, so they are that much more special to me...

Now let's skip forward a year later to this summer.  I live with my two best friends in the cutest apartment ever, very far from New York in the semi boring mid west.  At the start of this summer we all had serious boyfriends.  It has been a transitory summer for all of us.  Needless to say, all of us are out of those relationships.  I went from one career move to the next, one path to the other- all in a matter of minutes.    You can imagine the estrogen levels in our apartment.  All I'm saying is LIFE IS COMPLEX!  You think you have a plan and then it's completely ripped away from you and out of your hands.  Nonetheless, I'm totally fine with the result of my summer.  Where I'm headed now is exactly where I want to be.  But if I know anything about my life so far, I can't bank on what's planned now.  It will change inevitably, I just hope it will change for the better.

But the point I'm getting at is that the simple happiness I get from "bubbles" hasn't changed.  A couple nights ago me and my two friends were outside when we found bubbles.  Even though we have so much drama and uncertainty in our lives, we took 10 minutes out and were totally caught up by the bubbles.  For this short time,we were back to childhood, finding happiness through the most simplest of sources.  I've seen probably over 1,000 bubbles in my life, you would think that the circular soapy floating balls would become mundane?  This brings me comfort...  Last summer when I was in New York I felt the same way about the magical bubbles I found in Central Park as I did about the ones in the mid west.  So many things have changed in my life since then, but my bubble intrigue has stayed the same...