I used to think I wanted a life of adventure, but I was wrong. At least, I didn’t know the kind of adventure I wanted. I thought I wanted this crazy (busy) career–traveling, speaking, and writing–getting into stuff all over the world. In some ways, I still want some of those things. But I’ve learned something about adventures over the last year.
They happen in the daily so, so often.
I just miss them because I look for the big things–you know, the ones that practically scream words like thrill, adventure, fun, danger, crazy, or awesome. And I also look at what I’m doing or where I’m going, not who I’m with. Let me say this about adventure: the people are the most important part.
One of the pitfalls of being a dreamer–I see everything written in words that are larger than life. I have to scale them down a bit and ask myself, “What is it that I want? What is it that God wants me to do?”
I’ve found that adventure is simply life–following God’s plan as He laid it out for me, loving the people He places on my path.
I also plan a lot. (Hey, dreams don’t become reality by chance). And I really don’t like it when plans change last minute (funny admission for someone who says she wants adventure, right?). Well, last Saturday I had a plan. Three friends were coming over, and I was cooking for them. I love to cook for people and do it as often as I can; it just makes me happy.
Well, Lynn and I were dancing and acting crazy (showing off our Beyonce moves, you know?), when we heard a loud pop (you should have seen our faces) and smoke started pouring out of the oven. No one was hurt, except the glass pan that shattered. (Actually, the food wasn’t even burnt. It just had an extra…crunch).
So, when the guys got there, the doors were open to clear the smoke out of the house. Lynn and I had to confess that our dance moves must have caused the pan to explode. Then we were faced with the inevitable: what are we going to do about dinner?
Lynn said, “Well, it’s a good time to learn to be flexible!”
And I responded with an (only half-joking): “I don’t want to be flexible!”
I was so worried about making the night perfect for my friends that it upset me way more than it should have when the dish exploded. Honestly, it took me half the distance to Cracker Barrel to (sort of) calm down. Now, I look back and laugh because the night turned out perfectly, as in what should have happened did. It wasn’t perfect, because it was life. But it was a memorable little adventure in it’s own way.
Adventure can be larger than life, the kind of story that makes a novel a best seller; but adventure can also be something small and unexpected that comes at just the right time to reroute our daily routine from the ordinary to the memorable. My adventures may not create a story the whole world wants to hear, but they’re the moments that make up a life–the kind of stories that will be passed down in my family for years to come.
And that’s all I want–the moments and little adventures that string together to create a forever.