Finding Your Happy Place

“Find your place. Be happy with what you have. Treat everyone well. Live a good life. It isn’t about material things; it’s about love.”
― Vicki Myron y Bret Witter

A happy place doesn’t have to be a place. It can be a feeling, a thought, a state of mind. Sometimes it can be a walk in nature, or time taken to play with our kids. The only requirement is that it nourishes us and fills us up.

But we have a place. A physical location where we are able to relax, regroup, and rewind. A place where we don’t care about time or what’s for supper, we just are. We swim when we want, explore when we want, read when we want, and engage or not engage with everyone else that happens to be there – depending on how we feel at the moment.

We take a nap. Sit in the sun. Slide on the snow. Play games, drink, laugh, and work. And it’s understood that this is our place – that was created for us – and is our refuge and our shelter. Our parents created it, and our family sustains it.

It was an old building, hand-built in the 1960’s. Decorated with dibs and dabs of housewares, sentiments, photos and fabric. It grew with us. The ever-evolving old rocking chairs and furniture being replaced and repurposed. It contained the babies, the splashing kids, and the sulky teenagers who thought it would be more fun to be somewhere else. But it never was. This place welcomed you in – it wrapped the tall timber branches around your shoulders and let you know that you had a right to be here.

It is a honeymoon suite. It is a retreat. It is a place to gather and a place to be alone. It just is. No matter when you make the journey, it is there to welcome you and keep you warm. Unlocking the door and smelling the fresh scent of the water and woods brings you right back to the memories and feelings of love and belonging.

And although the strong, repurposed beams and boards are no longer there, it remains the same. The feelings, the joy, the peace is there. We are all a little older. The next generation of young people and babies are filling it now, cooking the food, doing the work, and creating the memories, but it still remains – ours, mine, yours – for all time.

~ Thank you for keeping the dream alive. It defines us.

How we get “hooked” on junk food.

During the pandemic did you find yourself turning to comfort foods and “junk food” more often than usual? If so, you’re not alone.

Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative reporter Michael Moss says processed food is engineered to be “craveable,” not unlike a cigarette or a hit of cocaine.

In his book, Hooked: Food, Free Will, and How the Food Giants Exploit Our Addictions, Moss examines the way these companies capitalize on our memories, cravings, and brain chemistry to keep us snacking.

Moss notes that memory — and nostalgia in particular — play a big role in the foods we crave.

“The soda companies discovered that if they put a soda in the hands of a child when they’re at a ballpark with their parents, that soda will forever be associated with that joyous moment,” he says. “So later on in life, when that child now wants to experience a joyous moment, they’re going to think of soda.”

“What we eat is all about memory. And we begin forming memories for food at a really early age, possibly even in the womb, depending on what our mother is eating. And we keep those memories for a lifetime. They don’t go away. … And the more we eat these products, the deeper those memory channels go.”

With that knowledge, it makes our mission here at Limitless Worldwide, even more important.  We are here to help you develop healthier habits and in turn memories that may lead to healthier choices in the future.
To hear more from Michael Moss watch this short interview where he discusses how many have gotten “Hooked” –

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There’s always hope

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Dickens, Tale of Two Cities.

Well, Hello 2020. As I watch the evening news, I am sometimes even more shocked than I was the day before at things that have gone down. I’m not going to even mention all of the situations we have dealt with this year – you know what they are. No matter your opinion or beliefs, every single person in our world has been affected by some circumstance this year. Many of them have been public things – that have changed the way we live. Many have been personal things – and everyone’s story is different.

As I listened to my morning Limitless call, one of our owners, Steve Campbell, sounded a little melancholy while remembering when he first came to the US, and was uncertain about when he would be able to return to his home in Canada. I think we all are feeling like that. When, and if, we return to some semblance of normal, what will we do then? What have we missed? Who have we missed? We most certainly will be changed one way or another.

Minnesota Governor Walz is shutting our state down again. We are going back to mid-March when we were introduced to this “new normal”. It’s necessary. The Midwest is exploding, not unlike the natural disasters we have dealt with all year – Hurricanes, Fires, Floods. Our future is very uncertain. I know everything will work out – or not. And I am trying very hard to remember that the sun still rises in the morning and sets in the evening. The holidays are coming – they may be different than we experienced in the past, but those of us that are able to have family around us – real or virtual, are some of the most blessed. I pray for those with empty chairs around their tables.

Can you see this little keychain on my bag? It’s to remind me that there are amazing things on the horizon in 2021. Will we be able to make our Hawaii trip? Not sure, but we must have things to hold on to. If nothing else, to give us the Spring of Hope.