Day 16 of The Vulnerability Challenge: What childhood dreams have I been neglecting?
I have an amazing memory of paddling out to sea with my sister in a tiny inflatable boat when I was six. We sailed miles and miles into the horizon like masters of our fate and captains of our souls*.
Except that when I saw the photo years later, something wasn’t right. How come the adult in charge of supervising this escapade was standing beside the good ship Rubber Dinghy only knee deep in water? That’s right… even though I genuinely remembered a legendary and perilous journey to the edge of the world, it had actually been less than 3 metres off of dry land and 3 feet deep.
This is typical of my childhood memories because the thing I remember most about being a kid is that I loved adventure… even if I had to make it up.
From transforming my cousin’s living room into a piranha infested swamp to literally landing on my face because I’d jumped off the top bunk thinking I was Superman (this flying mission only failed because I wasn’t wearing my cape… obvs!), I thought everything was playtime.
Then I turned into a very serious adult.
So the childhood dream I’ve been neglecting is adventure. Not the kind where I need to travel to far flung lands (there are pretend piranhas in far flung lands) but the kind where I travel to the outer reaches of possibility.
I crave the adventures of the soul, the magic that happens when we dream a bigger dream and see a bigger vision.
I dream of the adventure of overcoming obstacles against the odds. The adventure of impossible courage.
The adventure of audacious belief.
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