An adventure of my own.
I was in charge of getting my sister to her volleyball practice safely, and due to the distance, I decided to wait out in the parking lot for two hours instead of driving back home. I was well equipped with books, a notebook, and pencils, ready to settle in and get 'er done. #adulting
After the first 45 minutes, I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about how I could be doing something else. Maybe it was the procrastinator in me talking, but it was an urge I couldn't ignore.
What moved me was this...
I could fulfill a desire I'd had for a long time: to go on a spontaneous adventure.
So I did.
I turned on the car, peeled out of the parking lot and decided to go the opposite direction from home.
And I drove. 5 minutes went by. 10 minutes went by. I turned the radio up when I felt good, down when I needed to concentrate. I drove by gas stations and turn offs. I passed run down stores and freshly paved roads. I watched the world go from fast lane lined with trees to society and back again.
And I'll admit I squealed aloud because I was actually doing it.
When I couldn't take driving anymore I turned off on a little side street where beautiful houses sat back from the road, giving them expansive front yards. I looked around, wondering why my gut said to go this way.
Then I saw it.
The Heart of Ohio Trail. It was small. Hidden. Secluded. Private. It was perfect.
I parked on the little gravel lot someone cared enough to create -- and I'll be honest, my pick up truck took up 2.5 of the 3 spaces -- threw myself out the door and began walking.
I could see homes over the plants that reached toward the sky. Bugs buzzed around my ears (which I HATE by the way) and birds chirped to one another.
This little strip in the heart of my world was a step away from reality, yet it was just enough to provide an escape.
I'm still amazed that I did (and came back in one piece).
Have you ever gone on a spontaneous adventure? Have you ever discovered pieces and parts where you lived that you hadn't known existed?
