This week I’m thinking about adventure. I do not consider myself an adventurous person and lately it’s frustrating me. I lead a pretty safe life and I wonder if I should stretch myself more, get out of my comfort zone and try a little adventure.
I have lived in the same small town for my 28 yrs – minus 3 yrs at university, a 2 hour drive away. I’ve worked in the same company for about 5 yrs now and am stuck in a indecisive bubble about whether to move on and if I do, to what? I want to be a writer but I know I am one of many and it may never happen so I need a backup plan but what?
I am reminded of this scene in Beauty and The Beast …
“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere …” sings Belle to rousing violins.
I suppose I feel somewhat stuck in a rut. I’m not sure how to change it though. Sometimes I imagine moving to a new place but then I think about my family and friends and it holds me back from wanting to do that. I think about changing my job but as I’m not sure what I want to do or where or for whom, I keep sticking at it in case I may a mistake out there. I keep working at my second book but I’m conscious I lack time to concentrate on it and the days tick by with it hanging on in a draft state.
This isn’t really a plea for answers, more a general musing whether life should be safe or we should take the plunge and be more adventurous sometimes. I hope that one day soon I can shake things up a bit. If I wasn’t such a worrier and thinker, I could be more impulsive but I tend to over analyse things and get bogged down in the negative. I can’t do this, I can’t do that.
I need to start saying I can!
Would you consider yourself adventurous? If so, how did you take the plunge? If not, what holds you back?