While living in Max, our home on wheels for 8 or 9 weeks, Life presented a number opportunities for me to get outside my comfort zone and do something that was a bit risky and required faith in the outcome, generally in the pursuit of fun.
These opportunities are probably the reason a number of people have labeled me “adventurous.” If only those people knew how much I fretted before doing any of the things they see as brave because I can assure you that I don’t categorize myself this way. I’m not scaling mountains sans ropes, or crossing deserts on horseback, or having babies. Those endeavors take chutzpah.
But if saying “yes” to doing things that scare you qualifies one as adventurous, then sure, fine. Continue reading “Saying Yes”