Our stories in life are largely unwritten. By which I mean that the story is both writing itself and completing itself as one bobs along. It takes diligent forethought to pause in the midst of chaos and mentally project the anticipated outcomes. Then it takes courage to pick and choose the one that fits the narrative that you want your life to be. So many choices. So many outcomes. So many eventualities.
I have always wanted to live a life of adventure. I recognize that that word, adventure, means something different to me than it does to others and that life itself is a choose your own adventure book. Specifically to me adventure is always having the ability to have a plan for the the next thing, then the next. I know that some people crave stability and consistency. I am not one of them. I prefer to discover what's around the next river bend.
What is the point? The point is that I find that the more paths I delve into the wider the options become. That I find myself becoming less and less encumbered by the atypical life. That I really, really like being free. That I have found birds to fly with whose melody compliments my harmony.
I am pretty darn happy.
Life is good.
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