We all love them. Some of us more than most. And I think I like them most of all.
I’m always up for a challenge or an unplanned trip or expedition. For as long as I can remember, I’ve buried myself in the pages of heroes and villains, knights and maidens, ships and swords and quests.
For the past year, I’ve wanted an adventure. More than that, I needed one. It was as though my life was in a rut and I wasn’t going anywhere. That I was wasting each and every day with the mundane. Working two dead-end, part time jobs with no advancement in sight and a life that was lacking in, well, everything. I wasn’t happy with my story.
So I was going to move to Colorado and live in the mountains for a change. But every time I tried to make advancement in my artist’s portfolio, I would get slammed with custom artwork orders. Once everything slowed down, I would start looking for jobs to apply for and I would get busy again. I kept getting the feeling that God was saying “Wait. You’re where you need to be when you need to be here. Wait.” But I didn’t want to wait. I’d had enough waiting. My adventures weren’t coming to me, so I was going to go to them.
And then it happened. He happened. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. And I realized sometimes we don’t have to go in search of our next adventures. They find us. In the middle of our absolutely ordinary lives. And they might very well end up being the greatest adventure of them all.