It's no secret that I have a thing for adventures. What is life if you aren't treating it like an adventure? Boring, that's what. My definition for adventure has become pretty dang loose, to say the very least. As a matter of fact, lately I've been referring to any occasion that gets us out of the house as an adventure.
"Sage! We're out of peanut butter! What luck! Let's put on shoes and go on an adventure to Trader Joe's!"
"The water bill is due! Let's pack up the stroller with snacks and drop this bill off at the mailbox!"
So I'd say "adventure" is in the eye of the beholder. And these blue-green eyes of mine seize every opportunity for adventure these days. Because when you come out of a soul searching funk like the one I just survived it's crucial that no more life is lost to funky-ness or funk-ing. I also have the tendency to make up words or use them in incorrect ways. Obviously.
I just think life is so much better if it's seen as an adventure. Being a single mom is so much better when life is an adventure. Our home is happier and our days are brighter and our smiles are bigger and I'm a better mom and he's a better baby and somehow everything bad is magically less bad.
It's the spin you put on things that makes the difference.
Isn't that totally one of those "well duh" statements that's harder to follow than it is to preach?