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Adventure Seeking For The Non-Adventurous
Redefine It On Your Terms
Ah, the adventurous spirit. I had always planned to hike up a remote mountain. I had dreams of skydiving. I marveled at people who traveled to a third world country and supported themselves with odd jobs.
After forty-seven years on earth, I have to admit that I am not one of those adventurous people. Enough pretending. I won’t even participate in an overnight camping trip (unless I can sleep in a hotel).
I took, what I consider, an adventurous step yesterday. I went to my favorite lunch place and changed up my routine. I got my usual salad and asked for the dressing mixed in instead of on the side. My heart actually skipped a beat as I made this request.
“That’s enough!” My outburst caught the salad-preparer off guard. She flashed one of those guilty smiles at me.
“I can scrape some of it off,” she said.
She removed a good portion of the excess dressing, and all was right in the world. Never again will I get the dressing mixed in, I thought.
Reality Check
No matter how hard I try or what kind of delusional thinking I employ, I will never be one of those super adventurous people I have come to envy. I prefer well thought out and methodical to…
