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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Secret-ness of Happy

I sat down on one of the logs that had been left by the sea.  I loved to search these littered “toothpicks” for evidence of lovers who had passed before, professing their love with carved initials.  Not today though, I had too much on my mind.  Bills to pay, the state of the economy and where it was headed, the general strife in the world had left me sad and depressed.  I came to the seaside hoping the crisp salty air would wash this state of being from my spirit. 
Suddenly a spry elderly man appeared over the crest, walking over the sand swept slopes.  A small white dog skittered over the rocks around his feet.  I watched as he drew closer and closer and then to my surprise he came right over to where I was sitting and asked if he could join me.  I nodded.
“How are you this fine day?” he asked with a smile, and I thought I could actually see the wisdom swirling behind his blue irises.
“I am ok.” I replied with a sigh.  I began wondering about him and his sudden curious presence.
“Well, it is my experience that when someone sighs after something they’ve said then it isn’t always the full truth.  In your face I can see that this is the case.”
I produced a weak smile and told him he was pretty observant, and felt strangely compelled to tell him about how I was feeling and why.  I was surprised how easy it was to speak with this stranger who seemed to have risen from the sea.  It wasn’t my nature at all.  Perhaps it was his kind warm smile, and his unthreatening demeanor that put me at ease.  Whatever it was this wonderful spirit and his frolicking dog had me laughing in no time.
“Thanks for turning my day around.” I said to him.
“It was your choice to do so.” He told me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I will let you in on a little secret.” He said in a low voice, “I wasn’t always a happy person.  I was more of a curmudgeon, angry at the world and what it had given me.  My negativity pushed away all those who I cherished.”
“What turned you around?” I asked.  I had a hard time believing this man, with eyes that turned into happy upside down crinkle-smiles every time he laughed, could be anything then the pleasant man I saw before me.
“One day the thought hit me, I could go through life as I had been and continue a lonely existence, or I could make a conscious choice and turn it around.  I could choose to be happy.”
“Did it work?”
“Not at first, it was hard to change my lifestyle.  I was an old man set in my ways, but with persistence I persevered.  Suddenly I could look around and see that I might not have control over what happened in my day, but I could control how I reacted to it.  I think that might have been the whole key to my unhappiness, the feeling of being totally out of control of things.”
I sat in silence and looked out over the beach and ocean while mulling over his words.  Could it really be that easy?  Could we just simply choose how we reacted to the unpleasant or negative things in our lives?  I looked at him again, and knew it to be true, for here was the evidence before me. 
“Don’t take my word for it darlin’,” he said with a wink, “the only way to be sure is to try it out for yourself.”  Then he gave me a smile and wave and started up the beach back in the direction he had come, with the dog bounding along the shore.


  1. Oh, Tracie--This is really fine. Not only wise, but well-written. Not a false note anywhere in it. Brava!

  2. I find myself telling people the same thing, you can dwell on the misery or you can count your blessings. You can choose to be happy. Good read!

  3. So true - For me wanting things leads to unhappiness - yet when I forget about me and accept what life puts across my path the joyful child in me inter-acts with others and life is fun and magical - What you say is true - when we stop reacting to situations and peoples and accept them it changes everything and it is so liberating because I believe then we are being who we truly are meant to be.

    mj at fm

  4. Thanks so much Katley and MJ for taking the time to read and for your wonderful comments!

  5. When I choose to be postive my life thoughout the day is more postive. It is not so much that unexpected or uncomfortable things will not cross my path, but the abilty to have a more to view thing with an open mind and heart, and an easyness to deal with the issues at hand that may very well have been a diseaster if I had not choose to be happy and have a postive outlook.
    Excellent message and well written. Bravo!