When I was in high school and especially college, I was painfully aware of my lack of stories. I didn't have any cool stories of misadventure or daring or mystery. And I wanted them, desperately.
So I started building my stories. And no, they weren't really that edgy (I'm far too midwestern to join in on the naked stranger cliff diving outside Sedona or the beach-side hippie orgy in Big Sur - I was just happy to have been invited), but they were mine and I was in build mode. I look back and think, not bad. Tried some stuff (jumped out of an airplane), did some things (took a global job and traveled to Europe and Asia), and I'm super happy with my domesticated life - I don't mope past windows yearning for a life I somehow feel I missed out on or am being held back from.
But.
I want to use up this life with experiences, with learning, with experiments and adventures. In 2019 I want to create a story that will stay with me the rest of my life. I want to do something daring and maybe a little crazy. I want to stretch and risk. I'm opening this door in my mind, and I KNOW that means something will come strutting through. It always does when I crack it open. I will turn 46 in 2019. Before I turn 50 I want to set the stage for a life of adventures, of great tales to tell. I want to make stories my new habit. Staying organized feels good, but it's BORING.
I don't want boring.
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