One of my happiness and productivity gurus, Gretchen Rubin, talks about what she calls her America Feeling. I have to admit, I haven’t had my own America Feeling since voting for Hillary and it feels like my country is one I no longer recognize (or, I’m now seeing what was always there in a terrifying new light).
I do, however, still get my Ohio Feeling. I get it watching the sun set over the trees while driving alone down SR 16 and the sky is that perfect shade of pink and filled with cotton candy clouds. I get it trying new beer brewed here and it’s easy to find when checking out a new state or Metro park. It’s in a perfect summer day, in cornfields taller than I am.
And I definitely get it at the Ohio State Fair. Its in the Ag & Hort building. It’s deep and rich when I get my Ohio lamb gyro, when I ride on the SkyGlider, when I eat my one annual deep fried buckeye.