I’m often dashing to the library with overdue books, trying to stuff them into the drop box minutes before opening time to avoid accruing even more fees. I actually like paying the small fines for books, but when I borrow movies I try to meet the due date– $2/day adds up quickly. So, this morning I needed to return Rachel Getting Married (still not sure what I think of it) by 10 am. On a typical day, I’d hop in my car and drive down the street to the Madisonville Library. But I didn’t feel like swiping the snow off my car. And I have never, ever walked to the library in my nearly 9 years of living 1.1 miles away from it. It seemed like an adventure waiting to happen.
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Hi all! So excited to be joining you on this journey. I was immediately smitten with this idea as soon as I learned of it from a friend’s post on Facebook. At first I planned to participate in this quietly, on my own, but then I realized that being a part of this community is a necessary adventure for me this year. Though I can temporarily trick people into believing I’m an extrovert, introversion courses through my veins and feels oh-so-comfortable to me. So, here I am, adventuring in public and learning how to live out loud a bit more.
Here’s my list so far, separated in categories and with some borrowed adventures from your lists:0.000000 0.000000
WOW! i somehow figured this out. i have to say i am feeling a little silly as it seems no one else had such an “adventure” in signing on… i like to think i’m pretty smart- but sometymes it seems the easiest stuff is what gets me…
i have started my list- incomplete as it is, it’s a start. i happen to be a ritualistic list writer. now that i’ve started my focus has shifted to the parameters of the list in question, as opposed to it’s contents. this is something pretty typical of me and my obsessive nature over details and perfection… it’s quite frankly annoying. at the least to myself.
so in the honor of my OCD, i have committed to completing all 52, in hopes of letting go of / conquering my compulsions that limit me- those that say:
“you don’t have the right stuff to do this”
“you don’t know how”,
“it’s not good enough”,
“that’s nothing special”,
“no one cares”,
“you can’t do it alone”,
“you will never make it”,
“that’s not how it goes”
i can keep going… this list seems to be exhaustive. in the spirit of reclaiming mySELF however, i’m putting on my platforms and rising above and proceeding with the list of things that are “ALL WORTH IT”, “ALL GOOD”, and “ALL GOOD FOR ME”…0.000000 0.000000
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The great thing about getting your nose pierced in January (In Scotland – ball achingly cold Scotland) is that after the initial nerve-melting sensation, being shoved out into a cold Edinburgh Street is a pretty good antidote to the eye watering pain.
Actually, in all fairness – I’ve had my nose pierced three times now and this was no more painful than the rest. Sensation bleeds out across the face, intense but oddly blunt. Like steely cotton wool filling the sinuses. What was different this time, was that the second the piercing artist (correct term!?) pushed the tapered cork up into my nostril, my left eye began to weep uncontrollably. Huge fat drops streamed down through her cupped fingers . In seconds though, the feeling of tearing cotton was over and my new oh-so-iridescent stud was in place.
My first Adventure was over. Although it was relatively simple – pierce my nose in Edinburgh, the city itself is over 370 miles from my home. And right now the UK is covered by about 8 inches of frost, ice sheets and snow flurries. So, the actual piercing was prefaced by 6 hours on a coach, 3 hours in a car, 20 agonizing minutes on a bus followed by one slippery sprint up Calton Hill, making it to the piercing shop 20 minutes before closing. Epic. Epic and fantastic.
I could have had it pierced in Oxford, in fact I could have had it pierced anywhere in the world but unfortunately, I have fallen in love with Edinburgh. Quite strangely, I have found myself in this city whenever I’m in transition. Eras have begun, ended and rebloomed in the city and right now (having just moved back to the UK from Japan) I felt the cities’ pull. Plus – this is the year of 52 Adventures! Surely, now more than ever, it’s time to jump into life, race 400 miles and arrive breathless and thrilled wherever our stories take us.
Let’s just say I’m getting used to this kind of thrill in my life. Here’s to 51 more adventures!
Do you have a repressed urge to design a logo? Have an intense need to let your inner designer fly? I would just love to enlist your help!
I plan to present any and all adventurers who successfully complete 52 adventures a “Club 52” sticker and t-shirt and the close of the year. (I’ll make an abridged version for those who choose to complete a different # of adventures)
It makes this something of an exclusive club! How fun!
But I’ve disastrous design skills, so I’m calling on YOU. Let’s see what you’ve got!
Submit all entries to: Kimberlyhula@gmail.com, subject heading: Club52 logo submission