On the morning of November 9—the day after the election—I marched down to the post office to pick up a passport renewal application as if it were a form of protest; in part it was.
Ever since, I’ve been picturing myself running rugged trails in New Zealand, sauntering along beaches in Majorca, and exploring lush rainforests in Costa Rica. The idea of working remotely or at least traveling for a while, continues to hijack my dreams, even when I’m awake. My Instagram feed is full of pictures that would inspire even the most unadventurous to adventure.
Today—exactly three months later—I sent in my passport application, but the protest has shifted from political to personal. Today I’m protesting myself: my stagnation and inability to get unstuck—ultimately to create the life I want.
What exactly is that life? I know it includes a dog. And a fenced backyard for her to roam and have her own adventures. Freedom to travel, of course and a career rich in purpose entrepreneur style are also high on my list. A husband who likes to cook might be nice.
Though for some reason I’m holding back going after what I want—or at least not chasing it as voraciously as I would an adventure. Is it fear? Doubt? What am I so afraid of? I have no problem traveling the globe solo or navigating a foreign city in the middle of the night (sorry, dad), or starting up conversations with complete strangers without speaking the language.
Dictionary.com defines adventure as an exciting or very unusual experience; participation in exciting undertakings or enterprises; a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.
I’ve shared the trail with one of the 10 most deadliest snakes in the world while in Australia and it didn’t deter me from running up more mountains or seeking out other adventures. Experiences like this give me confidence and remind me I’m strong, confident, fearless, and capable of most anything. Obstacle? I’ll figure out how to overcome it.
Yet these same characteristics don’t always transfer over to my non-adventurous daily world. I stumble during job interviews, don’t raise my hand enough when opportunity knocks, and often disobey Eleanor Roosevelt’s “Do one thing a day that scares you” maxim.
As women we tend to be hard on ourselves, but not each other. What if we could harness those things that empower and give us strength—for me running and adventuring—and unleash them in times when we need it the most? I’m picturing myself popping two “extra strength adventures” during my next interview. I’ll let you know how it goes.
As I dropped my passport application in the mail this morning, I’m not sure where I’ll be off to first, but I do know I’ll use it as a symbol moving forward for how I plan to approach my life when I’m not officially adventuring. After all, life is short; it needs to be lived fully and passionately.