What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

I spent a lot of time outside as a child and teenager. Timing has a lot to do with that: I’m Generation X, and we didn’t have much in the way of indoor temptations. Pong only holds the attention for so long. Twelve channels if you had cable. We did not.

I’d play outside with my brothers, with friends, or by myself nearly every day. Bikes and forts are good for that.

Once I hit double-digits, I’d also head off on walks alone or with the family dog. I’d explore trails and forested-areas for hours.

I’m blessed in that I live close to much unspoiled nature. This is the joy of the suburbs – outdoors is never too far away, nor is shopping.

I spent a fair bit of time outdoors when my kids were young, as well. It’s good for kids to be out in the world. You learn all kinds of things, not least that a little rain won’t kill you.

This is a good thing to know if you live on the west coast of British Columbia, or the “wet” coast as it’s affectionately called by locals. This is a good thing to know anywhere. As my grandmother used to say: you aren’t made of sugar; you won’t melt.

Over the last few years, however, my outdoor time has shrunk. My kids have flown, and it’s easy to put fresh air and exercise off to later, especially if you’re depressed and making unhelpful choices. I even outsourced mowing the lawn – neighbour kids need spending money too.

And then came dog.

It’s the four month anniversary of my adopting a dog. Suki and I are still learning each other, but one thing is very clear: outside is her happy place. So much the better if there’s water to splash about in. Mud is the bestest.

She especially loves the forest walks near my house. I forgot how much I love them too. I forgot how calming and soothing it is to be among the trees, to pay attention to small animals and gentle noises, to let go for a moment or two. Even if I arrive grumpy, the sounds of trickling water and bird song soothe me against my will.

Laughing at a young dog’s antics also helps.

I love the feel of wind on my skin.

“Go play outside,” is something we don’t hear enough as adults. It’s a small act that can bring much in the way of good feelings. Ten minutes sitting on a park bench, looking at nothing but trees and grass soothes the habitual agitation so many of us carry around with us unknowingly.

Bonus points if you go barefoot. Bonus, bonus points if you go wading.

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