Note from Hayley: I don't know why this post didn't post when I told it to. But, you get to hear from Kara TODAY and I get an extended va-cay…how about that?? Typepad drives me nuts sometimes. Now, from Kara.
Adventure.
I don’t know about you, but when I think of
adventure, I
think hiking. I don’t like hiking. I don’t like anything that involves
blisters, non-flushing toilets, and mosquitoes. I have not gone camping
since I
was eight because of this reason. Other than my strong disdain for
anything
remotely athletic, I dislike hiking because it makes me uncomfortable.
Adventure is pretty uncomfortable though. Hayley
mentioned
earlier that I’m going to art school in New York. Which also so happens
to be
2,152 miles from where I live now and that’s thousands of miles
from my parents, my family, my best friends, and
anyone I know. The population of Brooklyn and NYC is far greater than my
entire
state. I’m living on a Coast I’ve never been to, in a cultural and
learning
environment completely foreign to me, and in a place where I could fail.
Scared
is an understatement. I’m not saying any of this to make it sound like
I’m
adventurous. Honestly, I feel kind of stupid. I always had these ideas
that
being adventurous meant that you weren’t scared to do it. Courage and
all of
that. But, really, living your
life “to the fullest” means you’ll spend a lot of your time being
uncomfortable. And a lot of time second guessing, being tired, and
almost
wishing you had taken the easy route.
Maybe next year I’ll get there and discover it’s
not the
place for me. Maybe I’ll move back and then embark on another adventure.
I
suppose it’s not so much where I am, but that I am doing something.
You certainly don’t have to pack your bags and move
thousands of miles away to be a starving artist. You just need to find
something that scares you and do it anyway. This means that I should
probably
go on a hike sometime soon and maybe you should too.