Many people have stress relievers, whether it be running, music, or even retail therapy. However, for me, nature is where I can be myself, the place I can forget about life’s problems and struggles. Although you can do many things in nature, fishing suits me the most. Fishing is calming, stress relieving, and overall therapeutic.
Waking up at 4:30 in the morning is something few people will do no matter the reason. As often as I am able, I wake up an hour before sunrise. I get out of bed and make scrambled eggs and have a glass of milk. I prepare to go out and try my best to stay awake. As soon as I step out of the vehicle and get on the water, I am wide awake. The sun has yet to crest the horizon and there is a slight chill as I set out on …show more content…
The golden sun gleaming off the cool blue water, its rays finding their way through all the trees and their uprising branches. My happy place. The warm reds, pinks, and oranges light up the sky. The smell of freshly sprouted flowers in spring, fresh cut grass in summer time, to the bitter cold and scentless winter, every season of fishing is different. The sights and scenes are calming and I forget about my struggles and or problems. For that amount of time, I am a little kid again, fishing with my grandpa and siblings, not having a care in the world. For that time, I am relaxed and content, my worries slipping away with the …show more content…
Every time I tie those knots and feel them slide tight, I think of grandpa. He was recently diagnosed with ALS and every time I go fishing and use his techniques and tricks I think of him. Furthermore, since he is no longer able to move, everytime I use the things he has given to me, I see my grandpa, standing their with it in his hands, teaching me the correct way to do things. For a little while I see the younger and of better health him, standing tall and proud, smiling that that one his grandkids has taken on the art of
Waking up at 4:30 in the morning is something few people will do no matter the reason. As often as I am able, I wake up an hour before sunrise. I get out of bed and make scrambled eggs and have a glass of milk. I prepare to go out and try my best to stay awake. As soon as I step out of the vehicle and get on the water, I am wide awake. The sun has yet to crest the horizon and there is a slight chill as I set out on …show more content…
The golden sun gleaming off the cool blue water, its rays finding their way through all the trees and their uprising branches. My happy place. The warm reds, pinks, and oranges light up the sky. The smell of freshly sprouted flowers in spring, fresh cut grass in summer time, to the bitter cold and scentless winter, every season of fishing is different. The sights and scenes are calming and I forget about my struggles and or problems. For that amount of time, I am a little kid again, fishing with my grandpa and siblings, not having a care in the world. For that time, I am relaxed and content, my worries slipping away with the …show more content…
Every time I tie those knots and feel them slide tight, I think of grandpa. He was recently diagnosed with ALS and every time I go fishing and use his techniques and tricks I think of him. Furthermore, since he is no longer able to move, everytime I use the things he has given to me, I see my grandpa, standing their with it in his hands, teaching me the correct way to do things. For a little while I see the younger and of better health him, standing tall and proud, smiling that that one his grandkids has taken on the art of