Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about in most of my free time. What does adventure mean to me? How can I get some? Is it even tangible, or is it a state of mind, or can it be predicted or expected? I think what I've decided to believe, and these words are not entirely my own, is that "adventure is holding your breathe for that extra three seconds." I have begun to try and keep that thought front of mind, and it has come in handy on many occasions already. For example, the million or so times that my son wakes up in the night and I'm exhaustedly rocking him back to sleep, that situation could go in a lot of directions, many of which aren't good. So I tell myself, hang in there for a few more swings, you'll live to tell about, and I do. I can sleepily tell my coworkers why I didn't shower and I'm wearing almost the same thing as yesterday. Adventures in parenting. Another place I apply this thought is at the gym, in spin class. Step it up a few RPM, or actually hang on for the final 3 counts of the interval. Those actions take me places too, because then I think of how those are the efforts that will really power me in a race some day.
The last place I'll mention I've incorporated this way of thinking is in my job. I can use it as a tool to help me be more deliberate in my strategies because what I find to be very difficult these days is the planning components that are necessary for me to perform well. So I keep in mind now that if I can see in my mind all the steps necessary to get me to the next milestone, then I'm ready to take action. And that takes a considerable amount of effort; the reward is worth it.
So there you have it, my thoughts on adventuring.
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