I went to Disney World the other day. I’m not sure why, but that place always makes me want to have adventures. I walk around and see all sorts of people from all over the world and think to myself “why don’t I do that?” It happens a lot, that whole “why don’t I do that?” or “why didn’t I think of that?” thing. Mostly it’s Disney World’s fault that I am stopping asking those questions and starting to answer them. I wasn’t even thinking about this before I went, after all. Somewhere between the Haunted Mansion and Norway I became determined to have more adventures.
I’ve never read Little Women, but I have watched the movie time after time (I know, I’m sorry). Since my childhood I often flattered myself thinking that I was like Jo March because of her adventurous spirit, but in all actuality the only way I really and truly I resemble her in is her hatred for change (also her hair being her only glory). I’ve never been much good at change. In fact, every time it happens I find myself doing everything I can to ignore it completely. I’ll just phase it out and do my best to pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s not necessarily because I dislike the new things, rather that I love the old things that have faithfully proven themselves in the past. I carry the tendency to like things the way they were just fine. Holding true to this very idea, I don’t foresee myself changing this weakness in the near future.
However, I do plan to make myself switch things up a little (also known as Moving Beyond Mediocre). I’ve actually already begun. I changed my major last semester from Evangelism and Discipleship (with which I wanted to teach people how to love messy people, we talked about that) to Communications (with which I apparently want to do things media related.) I’ve moved to a new dorm building at my school, which is further out of my comfort zone than I care to examine. And I’ve, as previously mentioned, decided to have more adventures. I want to work at Disney World. Wouldn’t that be lovely? I’m sorry, I meant to say, “Wouldn’t that be magical?” I’ll answer for you, it would. It would be so magical that I imagine I’d find pixie dust in all of my socks for a year afterward. I’d also like to try and spend some time in North Carolina; I here there’s some nice stuff out there.
I say all of this choosing to forget how homesick I know I will be in my adventures.
Here’s to whatever comes next.
