I read a book once that talked about personality and why we act the way we do. One section of the book suggested that we are born with an innate level of introversion and extroversion that we carry throughout our life. The caveat was however that we are allowed a certain amount of freedom from that type of personality. Take, for example, an extremely introverted person. For the most part, they act with the tendencies of an introvert but, sometimes, if the situation is one that calls for it, they act out with the mind of an extrovert. Walking away from his ideal social state tires him however because it is against the normal flow of his actions. Then, like a rubber band, he is struck with physical and mental fatigue as he snaps back to his introverted lifestyle. According to the book, people have an optimum level of stimulation and acting out of it is taxing and stressful for the cognitive ability of the mind. Introverts tend towards soft music, reading, writing, and are not as socially adept as their extroverted counterparts. Extroverts tend to do well with loud music, multi-tasking, concert trips, and generally higher levels of stimulation.
In 1983, Howard Gardner, professor of education at Harvard University, proposed his theory of multiple intelligences. The seven proposed are as follows: linguistic, logical-mathematical, spatial, bodily-kinesthetic, musical, interpersonal, and intrapersonal intelligence.
After he proposed the seven types of intelligence, he updated his list by adding an eight; naturalist intelligence.
Now, this presentation of seemingly unimportant information pieces together and explains why I am an outdoorsman, and Nature is my muse.
Acting out of one’s personality is like using up a battery. One actually feels drained. This feeling is remedied by being reintroduced into your optimum stimulation levels and recharging.
When I go to the mountains or cruise around cozy mountain towns, I can feel my battery recharging. It’s a profound feeling where I am inspired by things around me and bid myself look deeper.
Like at the wooded cabin sitting streamside. With one eye I compose the photo and the mood of the house. I feel my hand scribbling the story of the person inside. A writer or photographer living in this cabin built for artistic freedom. What’s his real story? I wonder what the seclusion would bring to me. Would I miss my real world? Or find solace in the simplicity of running water flowing from atop snow-capped mountains.
Nature is so full and free and beautiful. Every action is purposeful and the more steps I take into the woods the further I leave behind the unintended chaos of my life.
When I camp, I awake with the sunrise and the drowsy twitter of birds. Not the screaming alarm and cars rushing and TV blaring at me the horrors and events of the world.
When I fish, I exercise that eighth of animalistic characteristics. I immerse myself and understand the living workings of y surroundings.
There’s no rush, no goal; when I am in the wild, I am in the present.
I think everyone needs a way to recharge. In our modern lives we operate under so much stress that it becomes normal to fear and live anxiously, to live in a constant state of unrest.
My hope for TheOutLife is you discover your charging station here. Nature may not be yours. But Mother Nature is my muse.