For those of you who have stumbled upon my page through the vast expanse of the Internet, I welcome you and invite you to take a seat or grab a drink, whatever makes you feel at home.
I, on the other hand, feel that I am “home” too often.
I don’t consider myself a hermit. Yet I don’t consider myself a socialite. At restaurants, I usually order the same things I always get. I love watching TV every Friday. I’m not one to go out of the house much unless the gals and I want to see a movie or something like that. I feel like I’ve been in between these two realms all my life.
Five days after New Years’ Day, I made a New Years’ Resolution. I’d made several in the past that I have failed to keep. This one is truly different. For this year, I want to see, smell, taste, touch, hear, and experience things I’ve never been exposed to. I don’t have a set number (nor do I wish to do something scary every day as Eleanor Roosevelt says, but maybe next year I might), because I find that setting numbers for things one isn’t used to becomes a chore. And what’s the fun in doing a chore you’ve never done before?
No. I’d prefer to see how far I get this year so that I have the possibility of outdoing myself next year, or the year after that. Or the year after that. Only then might it become a chore, but I’ll feel safe within it. I’ll feel comfort knowing that I’m more than what I think I am.
Unfortunately, you get to start my adventure from #7. Don’t worry, though. #1-6 will come shortly, and you’ll be on #8 before you know it.