My 82-year-old BFF Barbara eats a cookie every afternoon at 4 pm and she also indulges in a spoon of ice cream before bed. Because she is the happiest, most grateful person I know, her ritual of sweets has inspired me to create mini-adventures in my days.
While it is lovely to travel, an adventure doesn’t require a passport, thousands of dollars, or a shift in your physical space.
Sometimes an adventure is as simple as
trying a new recipe,
showering by candlelight,
and eating that chocolate bar, or a cookie, in your hammock at four in the afternoon.
Sometimes an adventure is as simple as hugging your spouse a little longer before bed
inhaling the scent of his skin and allowing yourself to linger in his warmth.
Sometimes an adventure is as simple as
making yourself a cup of tea,
breathing in the scent of ginger or mint
raising the volume on your favorite song,
and dancing on the beat or off-key.
Sometimes an adventure is as simple as
running through wildflowers
reconnecting with your self
honoring the time and space you’re in
letting go, and doing what the season tells us:
Fall.
