YOU CAN ONLY HAVE THE ADVENTURES YOU SAY YES TO.
Seems simple, sure, but here’s the thing – I’m a bit of recluse. Left to my own devices, I’ll nail boards on the windows and burrow under the blankets of my bed with an assortment of critters and I’ll even start to forget that beyond the steps of my front porch there’s this whole magical land of adventures waiting for me. I can rationalize my way out of any potential adventure, reasoning that I’m too busy, or that I’ve been gone too much lately, or that I have to wake up too early the next day, or that I should really just give myself a break and laze about for a day or a weekend or a Friday night, or whatever because you know what? Avoiding adventures is easy. Staying home, hunkered down, is easy. Hiding, is easy, but experiencing takes work.
So when Andrew left I wondered how I’d do. I wondered if I’d make myself a den and hibernate for the next 12 to 18 months or if the realization would hit me that he’s not here to take my hand and guide me out into the world and through adventures and that the only way to avoid being an actual hermit was to say yes to things and to stop making excuses to go on adventures because life is too damn short to spend it grumpy and alone and hiding among the bedsheets.
Something clicked when I went to Colorado. I realized how simple it is to say yes to things, how easy it is to agree to an adventure, that if you don’t put yourself out there, that if you don’t even try, you won’t get picked and the adventure won’t happen and you’ll have missed a chance to experience amazing things.
Â SAY YES TO MORE ADVENTURES.
Because life is too short. Because being away from Andrew is awful and hard and sad and frustrating, but that doesn’t give me license to feel awful and sad and frustrated all the time, or to use those feelings of sadness and awfulness and frustration to hide in the house with the cats and dogs. Because life is full of adventures and I like adventures, even if it means putting on pants, brushing my teeth and leaving the house.