Man, am I boring!
This is the thought that pummeled the back side of my head one cold, wet morning last week while driving the kids to practices and appointments. It was a day off of school, and none of us were thrilled about having to venture out when our time might be better spent with footie pajamas and a stack o’ books.
I was saying as much to my tired-eyed crew (“warm, couch, books”) when my daughter interrupted my toasty reverie.
“No. Not today. Today I would want to do something exciting.”
I thought of cozy blankets and hot tea. Hmmm… that wasn’t exciting?
“Exciting, like what?” I asked. “Because, you know, our ideas of exciting might be different.”
She gave me the “that’s obvious” eye-roll. “I don’t know, maybe go get lost in a jungle or something.”
Getting lost in a jungle is exciting?
I thought of my beloved GPS, and how I cross-check routes before going anywhere new. I thought of how extreme humidity and prehistoric-sized bugs leave me whimpering. I thought of how my heart starts pounding and my stomach starts churning when I have no idea where I am.
Exciting? Maybe without the “lost” part, plus a tour guide and a nice hotel room waiting for me at the end of the leaf-covered trail. Oh, and chocolate on my pillow would be nice, too.
“But, honey,” I argued, “the snakes, and the vines, and,” I shuddered, “the sweat!”
A fan of loin-cloths and Tarzan, I am not.
She gave a little smile, and dismissed me with a sweet pat on my arm. I’m certain she began daydreaming about her malaria-infested adventure at that moment.
I have to admit I found her idea interesting. In her seemingly invincible state — a condition which befalls many a teenager, and often precedes conversations that begin with, “What were you thinking?!” — there was no fear of danger or consequence, only the joy of the challenge.
We all have our own thrill-seeking limits and thresholds of courage. Personality, age, and life circumstances (a.k.a. the “triple dog dare”) all play a part in our tendencies to play chicken. Or not.
For me, just the thought of getting a normal amount of sleep excites me to the point of delirium. I’m also happy to live vicariously through the adventures I create or read about in books.
However, if pressed, I would say that throwing a dart on a map, jumping in my car, and taking a road trip across the country with nary a reservation in sight would be my kinder, gentler version of getting stranded in a rain forest. Oh, and hang-gliding. Someday.
So, how about you? Since I’m currently writing a story about such exhilerated excitement-seekers, I would love to know: What is your dream adventure, quest, or one-time thrill? I’m not talking occupations, goals, lottery-winnings, or life-swaps here — just a single exciting (somewhat realistic) scenario that would get your heart pumping (in a good way)?
And here’s the safety net — You are guaranteed to return home safe and unharmed.
What is your “something exciting?”
Update: In an effort to finish up some projects over the next month or so, my blogging may be a bit sporadic. I will try to post once a week — thank you for your patience!
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