Nearly all of my life I've carried around the idea that I'm not adventurous. I mean, how can anyone afraid of heights (Mom said I was afraid to climb on the sofa when I was a toddler) ever come close to that concept? But mostly I thought this because I never backpacked across the world, Europe or even Ohio when I was in my 20's.
By the time I got around the world (which I did mostly), I was staying in nice hotels and had drivers meeting me at the airport. Never had to take care of myself. Risk minimized.
I've been thinking lately that it's high time I go on an adventure.
So I looked up "adventurous" to help brainstorm the options. Definition: Inclined to adventure; willing to incur risks; prone to embark in hazardous enterprise; rashly daring; outcomes uncertain — applied to persons.
And then I thought, I have moved a few places where I didn't know anyone. Taken jobs that no one (not even me) would have thought about me doing. Quit and started a business when I depend on myself for an income. And this is not even taking into consideration daring personal adventures like going on dates: never a certain outcome!
So let's be specific, I'm not often physically adventurous. But my personality leans in an adventurous direction. Adventure involves risk and uncertainty, who says it always has to be about jumping off of something literally? Jumping into something with passion and desire to explore must also count?
I guess adventurousness, like beauty, is in the mind of the adventurer. And I still do admire the people I know who have backpacked or literally climbed mountains.
It hope it is not too late to become my own special kind of adventurer, a pirate of living...attack maties!
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