“There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won’t.”
— William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways
I don’t necessarily think of myself as adventurous. Oh sure, I’ve done things I would call an adventure. My first date with my husband, for example, was definitely an adventure — one that turned out well. Setting out to write the stories in my head — well, that’s more of an adventure in progress. But stepping out of my comfort zone is not something I do often. So when I have an adventure, most of the time, it wasn’t because I planned them to be that way. Usually they were adventurous because something didn’t go as planned. I’m okay with that, not much choice really.
Since reaching one of the zero-ending birthdays a few years ago –you know, the ones marking a shift in personal decades?– I’ve purposefully tried to be more adventurous, to take more steps outside my regular parameters, and to try things that normally I wouldn’t. It’s actually been fun. I’ve done things I never would have done prior to that birthday and am grateful to have taken the chance and done them.
There’s an interesting one of those things-I’ve-never-done coming up in a few weeks. A friend of mine wants to take a course on how to handle guns safely and earn her concealed carry permit. And she’s talked me into it as well, for sisterhood, companionship, and, I think, so we can look woefully silly together. My husband is already joking that soon the two of us will be “Thelma-and-Louise-ing” it around the countryside. Ha ha. Very funny. I’m just hoping the adventure of the class will be all the adventure I find that day….
Where do you fall — are you one who hopes to find adventure, or one that hopes you don’t? Are your characters more adventurous than you are?
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