Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
It is September already. Sometimes, I wonder where the year has gone, but mostly I'm excited for the Fall/Autumn (whichever term you prefer).
Today I wanted to write a bit about adventuring. Anyone who knows me well knows that I'm more likely to try a new food item at my favorite eatery than I am likely to take to camping, or set out to blaze a trail, but there are many types of adventuring, I think. It all depends on what is important to you.
I try and do something new whenever I get the chance -- even if it's something small. Trying new things is part of what keeps life exciting, and it can be very rewarding. Our sense of whimsy is very important, I think.
But I find it strange how with the new comes the old -- or at least that has been my case recently.
I've decided to work on trying new things in publishing and in life, and I won't get into the details right now because I'm still in the formulating stage, but going for an adventure has brought things of the past back. I talked last post about how I started crocheting, something I wanted to do years ago and then ended up sitting down for some reason, and recently I have taken up drawing again, something I did quite a bit as a kid/teenager, and then I somehow got out of the habit of, even though I really love it. Writing, too, has come full circle, with many old stories coming out of the woodworks, asking to be given new life.
I've come to think that as we step out towards new adventures, if they are something we really wish to do or try, or something that is close to our hearts, instead of becoming someone else in trying new things, what we really become is closer to ourselves. That adventurous spirit reminds us of who we are, and what we want to obtain -- and what really matters to us.
What does adventuring mean to you? Have you noticed that you feel more like yourself when you're trying something you've always wanted to try? Do you notice that being adventurous brings you back to the things that matter to you?