Adventure

I want to wrap myself up in a coat lined with adventure and leap out of my comfort zone into a wild unknown. The atmosphere around me is electric with expectation of nothing in particular just obvious impending change. I feel ready to literally jump out of my skin with no structured place to land when my feet finally hit the ground.

Nothing feels the same. I’m bored. The spark of the life, family, friends, business, home, projects and opportunities that I love is beginning to fade. I love what I am doing now. It’s beautiful and I feel happy. However there is a distant thunder rumbling in the distance of me and I feel it inching closer.

The time to transform is definitely nigh. 


So what it is exactly that I am feeling? Have I felt this before? Isn’t this merely a form of avoidance somehow, or rebelliousness, irresponsibility and immaturity? Am I running away from something? What drives these questions? Is it not possible to simply upgrade one’s life without rhyme or reason?

I hear my father’s voice in my head – disapproving and tut tutting. These questions are beamed from external sources to which I have in some way subordinated myself. Parents, siblings, children, partners, staff, clients and friends – all stepping up to the microphone to sing bad karaoke and voice their censure – all with me as their willing audience. 

Funny how we humans will listen to our perceptions of external criticism before listening to our own hearts? I’d love to design a system where a red neon light beamed over me at 1000 watts with a booming Monty Python tone “ Crucifixion – yes one cross each.” to remind me to simply speak in my own voice instead of borrowing someone else’s. 

So imagine if I already felt like I was wearing that coat? Imagine if I saw the adventure in my current reality? What takes me out of my comfort zone into a wild unknown daily? Where is the atmosphere around me ALREADY charged with electricity in continual transformation? Where do I already jump without a safety net in place and where do my feet hit the ground without a planned structure?

Is there any such thing as an adventure anyway? Or is that simply life recognised and appreciated as it is – boring and challenging and annoying with acceptance and criticism?

The time is now and I guess I am already here.

Nice.