Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve come to find that an adventure doesn’t necessarily have to be loud and bold, or easily noticeable by all. Sometimes an adventure (entering into the new, being brave, etc.) can be quiet, blending in with the chaos around it.
When I think of adventure, I think of dashing knights. Swashbuckling heroes. Preferably something involving dragons. I never thought that simply the beginning of something new could feel like an adventure.
This year, I started a new school. It’s an independent study school, which means that you only go to class about 2 hours a day, and you do most of your work at home. Self-motivation is vital. And after struggling for the past two years to even pass classes, I was worried that I would not be up to the challenge. I can happily admit, that I was wrong.
So yes, maybe an adventure isn’t loud. Sometimes, it just means launching into the new, and proving to yourself that you aren’t as bad as you previously thought.
i'm going on an adventure! 