Today I saw grafitti on a dumpster. It said, "with stories of adventure greater than stories you had heard, she came alive". I'm not exactly sure why that sentence struck me as strongly as it did. I've seen the same grafitti every day as I walk home from yoga. But today it said something different to me. Today it spoke of new horizons I've not yet visited. Today it spoke of loves I have not felt. It spoke of flavors I have not tasted, scents I have not inhaled and textures I have not touched. Today it reminded me of my longing for adventure. Those thoughts of far away places and people that keep me moving forward. The projects I create. The opportunities I accept. The twists, turns and unexpected bumps I've experienced along the way. It spoke of shattered dreams and mended hearts. Unexpected gifts, surprises and laughter. I hear in that sentence opportunities to risk, to jump, to fly. Living life awake and full and free. Including paths that converge and then part, people who come into my life and then depart. The ever changing landscape of my life, the perfection of the flow and the acceptance of what is. I am reminded I am a woman of adventure. I am a woman of exploration. I am a woman of movement and trust and fear and anxiety. It is the texture in my life created through the ups and downs, both the planned and unexpected changes, and the knowledge that the variety in it all is what keeps it rich and tasty. This includes the disappointments, disillusionments, and tears. All these things make my life a finely woven tapestry with texture, color, depth and purpose.
I am a woman of adventure, and my stories bring me to life.
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