The Call

I have started to get itchy. It’s a feeling that comes and goes from time to time. I can feel it in the back of my mind, pulling at my thoughts, demanding attention. It’s an itch for adventure. I want to live big, stand on a cliff and yell, feel the wind in my hair, run towards something without looking back, fill my eyes with things they have never seen, create stories I will tell to my grandkids. There is something calling me somewhere, some place I am meant to be, some thing I am meant to do. It’s a possibility that has presented itself.

My friends have tempted me, presented me with possibilities.
African Volunteer Mission
White Water Rafting and Camping Trip
Las Vegas Birthday Weekend.
Big Bend Backpacking

These have teased me, made me want to jump in my car and drive and drive and drive to see something new, to be something new.

Adventure is calling me, and I have never resisted it. No twisted arm, no concern for finances, no next-time or one-day mindset. Spontaneity, responsibility and capability all combine to make things happen. When adventure calls I answer with a packed bag, charged camera and ready grin.