Stories

Missed adventures are something that I keep thinking about. Somehow I think I missed some adventures in life, maybe that I didn’t take enough risks. I guess when I hear about other peoples adventures especially during their youth I wonder why I didn’t do some things different, set myself up to have different experiences.

I’m thirty years old; I basically went to school, when that finished for whatever reason I started working. I have never traveled, I have never taken more than two weeks off since I was five years old from school or work. And yet I know deep down that traveling (for example) is something I do not enjoy. I get fearful when I am not somewhere that I am insured or don’t understand the language. I love working, I get antsy on Monday afternoons when I have been home for two days from work. I long to be back solving a problem, selling, fixing something. So what am I looking for when I read or hear someones stories of their youth? Why do I think I would be better off if I had their experiences, their friendships, loves and hates? To hang out in a city for a summer and just see what happens, or travel to a different country, work a crap job and drink or smoke myself into oblivion. Well that last part has a certain appeal…

I think I am looking for my story.

I tell and am told stories all day long, it has been my observation that most people who are in sales do this. Sad stories, funny stories, bizarre stories, when you deal with people all day long it is not hard to come up with stories and when you are waiting for the next person or problem to walk through your door you have time to tell these stories. It cuts the boredom, it brings you closer to your colleagues, it builds your legend.

Maybe through writing this blog I will be able to slow down and reflect on my past and somehow record some of the adventures that I had. I had adventures. I have climbed mountains, I have disappointed people, I have gone on trips without telling anyone where I was going. It just seems that those adventures don’t stack up somehow. I may have been too young, they may have been too short. I don’t know.

I am thirty years old and if I want adventures all I have to do is go get some. Do something. Will I?