Hi World –
I’m sitting here today, getting ready for a fourteen-hour and some change flight to the Middle East.
“Why, R.,” you might be saying, “what on earth is there?”
Among things close to my heart, there are things like adventure beckoning me. The sounds, sights, and smells of bustling souqs, the minarets calling millions to prayer, and an acute sense of going somewhere where culturally, it’s very different from my North American life.
I’ll come out and say that I’m far from being the kind of person who can just stuff clothes into a backpack and head out. I’m a planner. I’m someone that arduously chooses the things that go with me, the things I’m going to do, and how long I’m going to stay. It takes me forever. I like my world a certain way. You might even consider me a bit of a control freak.
So, yeah, this is a scary trip. Not because I’m going to a particular location, but because this moves me out of my comfort zone.
I know I’ve talked about moving out of a comfort zone before, but sometimes, I’m really bad about taking my own advice. And adventure, as much as it is fun, is also risky. And this is where I’m learning that being a control freak just isn’t worth the emotional safety.
I have to be vulnerable.
So, there. I said it. Finding adventure means finding your own vulnerabilities, and then using those vulnerabilities to try something new.
That being said, adventure lives in your own backyard. It lives in concrete jungles and in the Amazon. It exists at restaurants and bars and museums and sports games. It lives in city parks the size of postage stamps and in the Arctic. It is your choice to find your own adventure, and to find something new and exciting.
Next time you think about it, try finding a bit of adventure. It may mean changing your bus routes or changing a work process. It may also be dropping everything and flying off to some remote location.
Life is an adventure.
As for me? I’m going to sling my leather messenger bag, find a fedora, and look for lost treasures on my adventure.