I sit here scraping the last globs of yoplait yogurt out its container while trying to think of a witty title for this, my blog that I rarely write. I was thinking of: Scraping for life at the bottom of my peach flavored yogurt container, but the connotation for that seems negative. I am anything but negative.
I am wakeful in my Utah State sweat pants and 15 year old wrestling hoodie that my brother used. I am sitting next to a window looking at my brother's "blonde" lawn turn green due to increase in rain and I am admiring the way the multi-shades-of-gray sky contrasts perfectly with pinetrees and other sorts of vegetation. Washington is everything beautiful to this mostly awake 21 year old.
I feel like...whoa i just started off three paragraphs with I...what would my english professors think?
she's gettin rusty.maybe i am shhhh.... I feel content in this waiting period of life. I realize to have adventure you have to look for it and sometimes that means making adventure up. Whether that be building a blanket and pillow fort with 7&8 year old boys or running down a hypnotizing canal trail as rain drizzles slowly enough to build into puddles on your skin and you feel like you are all water and cloth as your shirt and shorts weigh down. but you keep running anyway because it feels good. Sometimes adventures involve getting lost into the concept of how the world works and how our minds and our hearts and our bodies combine to form this brilliantly structured being, perfectly suited for this world. The best adventures involve thinking outside yourself.
My hope, is that one day i will perfect the making of adventure. As Peter Pan said: "To live would be an awfully big adventure." and that is what i aim to do.
