Adventure

Could Boring Be Good Enough?

I feel complacent. The days just run together here—it’s me, my parents, my laptop. Next thing you know it’s dark again.

People ask where I am. It always catches me off guard. For some reason I assume that everyone who knows me, from my ex-fiancée from college to coworkers I haven’t seen in a year, must follow my every move. The plan is the center of my life and I forget others don’t follow it so closely. How is South America? Are you still in Thailand? Where are you?

Right now I’m in Wisconsin. Where in Wisconsin? You wouldn’t know it. But it’s near other towns that, likewise, you wouldn’t know.

I like it here. I didn’t think I would. When I left Mexico I was nervous. I planned to spend two months visiting family and I wondered if that might be about seven weeks too many.

We live on a small farm. Neither of my parents grew up farmers, but it’s my dad’s retirement dream. For the first month I was here, Zangmo joined us. I’ve made a few jaunts to the Cities to see various friends and Beth. But mostly it’s been me and the two people who gave me life, in the middle of nowhere.

Zangmo and I went canoeing.

Dad doesn’t talk much. Mom does, sometimes. A lot of the time it’s just quiet (never when I’m trying to write). They have two cats who will run away if you try to pet them, so there may actually be a negative amount of socialization happening in the house.

The hours slip by this way. Somehow it’s March, April, June—what happened? I wake up early each morning, intention to write a lot; write some. I’m making dinner. Then they’re in their beds and it’s just me, the wine, the computer, the music.

I could just stay here. Mom sure would like the company. Dad’d love the help. Two years, ten years. Help with chores in the morning, write nights. No rent, no hole in my heart, meet a local girl.

Nobody would fault me for settling down, and I’m tempted every chance.

Sometimes comfort is the enemy of adventure. I’ve been so complacent I wanted to turn down a kayaking trip. Co-adventurer Mitch and I might take sea kayaks down the Gulf of Mexico when I get that far. We have a chance to take lessons together in Duluth, Minnesota.

For two weeks I’ve wondered if I can cancel.

I don’t actually want to cancel. I’ll actually be much happier if I go do something new, with a man I hardly know who might paddle across the world with me. I thrill at that very idea: if I didn’t, I should take adventurer off my business card.

But I get this way sometimes. When I have a comfortable daily life I convince myself I have lots of writing to do. It gives me a reason to go nowhere and, if I let myself, I would grow old this way and regret it.

Are you the kind of person who’s tempted to adventure, but would rather stay home? Or are you the kind of person who’s tempted to stay home, but would rather adventure?

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Adventure, Spotlight, WDS

Three Essays on Adventure

Afterparty at the World Domination Summit. Photo courtesy of Armosa Studios.

Last week I announced a contest to give away a coveted ticket to the infamous World Domination Summit. The contest is still going through May 3, and you should enter immediately by clicking here.

In case you need a little inspiration, here are the first entries. I posed the question, “Why Adventure?” and I’m really impressed by the passion behind people’s answers. Let’s see ’em:

Kandice Na’Te Cole

When we say yes to adventure, we are saying yes to something that has been lodged deep down inside of us. We say yes to a kick-ass life that we are creating on our own. We say yes to the hero’s journey.

Disrupting Adventure

Bridget Pilloud

We shared our stories. And when you can’t see people, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, with the Perseids, it’s a lot like a Quaker meeting. You gently choose stories that improve upon the silence. And there’s not much, under the Perseids, that does.

Why Adventure?

Mitchell Roth

(This is actually a non-entry. Mitch already has his WDS ticket, but he wanted to get in on the blog topic anyway. I wasn’t going to stand in his way!)

There was a time in your life when you were still figuring out the world every single day… When you take an adventure — whether traveling, reading a challenging book, attempting something new, or indulging in your art — you get to experience the wonder of childhood again and explore the unknown.

Why Adventure?

Does one of these resonate with you more than the others? What are your reasons for adventuring—or not adventuring?

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