Adventure Girl

Oh boy, do I need an adventure.

After reading "Wild" (see previous blog post)- it seems that every travel, fitness, sport everything is calling out to me.

The travel books on my shelf- Spain, Africa, Germany- seem to be leaping out at me.

My "Backroads" catalog- beckoning me to pick a trip, bike through Austin, hike through Alaska, canoe through Argentina.

I don't know if they canoe in Argentina; I was just going with the alliteration.

In fact- I was on a political website yesterday and "Backroads" was the sponsor!

Not a coincidence. A full-blown sign.

Every now and then, I feel the strongest urge to pack up everything I own and set off on the greatest adventure of all. Move to Spain and write a novel, blog for Compassion International, start a traveling production company, see the world.

I think it's more than an adventure I need. I think I'm still figuring out what God's calling me to do. And- it's a hard sensation to grapple with. Because on one hand, I love my life so fully. I'm content and happy and I know I'm where I'm supposed to be.

But lately, I know there's something else. I feel like I'm on the edge of a big change. And whether it's physically going somewhere or not, I know it's coming.

In the meantime, those travel books beckon. Those adventure catalogs keep coming in the mail. I keep applying to blog on a Compassion trip, and I am constantly crunching plane ticket prices- to anywhere.

I'm also living in the present, right here in Tulsa, Oklahoma- in the walls of this house I love so much.

I've read enough fairy tales to know sometimes the adventure is a world away; and sometimes it's right in your own back yard.

I guess I need to be ready for both!