The Beginnings of Another Adventurous Chapter
If I had to chose just one favorite quote…it would have to be a quote by Helen Keller…“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” …what is being adventerous…bold…daring…brave…courageous…willing to take an exciting or unusual experience that may involve risks… that is what adventure means to me…
I know that for some the word will bring to mind such words as…foolhardy…dangerous…impetuous and crazy…but I don’t consider myself any of the above things…I consider myself to be quite sane and rational…but I guess that might be quite subjective…
Now don’t get me wrong…there is something to said for the day-to-day routines…I love my morning coffee…my daily walks…all the “normal” activities that can make up a typical day…
But at the end of my life…I don’t think that it will be routines that I will regret not having…but the opportunities that I didn’t take because someone said that it was too risky or that made me a little queasy and uncomfortable because it was an unknown…
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” `Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desparate Gentleman, 1955-1967
In my life…there have been quite a few endevours that I should have planned a little better for…and definately didn’t turn out to have fairydust and sparkly endings…quite the opposite…sitting in a pile of mud and sh*** was more the result…with deep battle scars that still linger…
I have wondered if I had known the outcome…would I have made the same choices…and I always come back to the same conclusion…I really don’t think so…because as horrific that some of them turned out to be…there were wonderful golden threads interwoven into all the blackness that glitter like the milky way on a cold and cloudless night…they caused me to grow into a woman that I am proud to be and would not have become any other way…and the scars prove that I fought my battles and survived…
This is the story of my next advenure…the difference is that I am not alone on this one…I travel this path with one who will help interweave the dark threads of life with the colors of love, hope, and faith…and will double the shiny golden threads of joy and happiness…and they will shine a little brighter…
My hope that these accountings will bring emotions that will bubble up and may cause tears, laughter and maybe a hmmmm or two…perhaps stir a desire for your own adventures…which doesn’t always mean fighting bears…climbing a glacier or bungy jumping off a cliff…for it is a state of mind that will find a myriad of adventures right in the middle of your current life…afterall…adventure is a state of mind…
Threads of Thought 