I’ve done a lot of things.
I like new experiences.
And yes, I’ll jump at the chance to do something new.
And, again, yes, I’ll take chances, do things when opportunity presents them, without possibly thinking them entirely through.
There’s something in all of us …
If someone within reach is going under water, you don’t think about consequences, you reach in and pull them out.
That happens all the time for me.
Oh, no, not the person drowning scenario, but the sudden realization that I can do something and if I don’t, the opportunity will pass.
It isn’t always about saving a life, in fact it’s rarely about saving a life.
But for some reason … it always seems like my life is in jeopardy of being compromised if I don’t grab at the opportunity.
Yeah, not sure. All I know is that as soon as my mind sees that there is a chance to do something and that chance is a once in a lifetime thing or even just looks like it might be … I gotta take it.
It could be as simple as jumping for a moving tailgate like I used to do on the farm.
Or it could be the opportunity to step out on stage.
It could be something dangerous, and as bad as that is, the bigger problem is that we acquire a taste for dangerous and we have to keep that in check.
There’s a reason we make greater use of the emergency rooms than the NTs do. Now you know what that reason is.
There are times when this insatiable appetite for adventure is an advantage.
I’ve done some fun things in my life because I can’t not grab for the brass ring.
And I’ve had a few accidents along the way.
I’ve found myself on stages that I never thought I’d make it to. I’ve gotten to do so many different things, jobs that always looked like they’d be fun. I’ve driven dump trucks and bulldozers. I’ve worked on the steel roofs of barns. I’ve learned the technical side of running a printing press. I’ve plunged myself into the Mediterranean in January.
I’ve made friends with people who have grown to appreciate the adventurous way I am and my unique skills in solving problems.
I’ve been cut and scraped and bruised. I’ve been sidelined because I stepped into some job that needed more strength than my back could offer.
And I’ve been embarrassed. I’ve been ashamed of some of the things I’ve done with so much spontaneity and so little comprehension of the outcome.
And the ugly
I’ve fallen off roofs, not barn roofs, thankfully. I’ve fallen off bluffs, not extremely high ones, thankfully. I’ve almost drowned, which is interesting, because I’m actually buoyant.
But I’ve learned a lesson from it all, though I could stand to apply it a little more often.
Being adventurous is okay, it’s given my life a lot of meaning. But being alive is going to do more for me than that will.
So I try, not always successfully, to be present for those snap decisions. And slowly, very slowly, I’m learning that lesson, and it’s paying off.