Well to say "very adventurous" makes it sound some like part of me is adventurous.
I would like to state for the record, NO part of me is adventurous.
Not even a little, bitty, teeny, tiny, bit. Nada.
I do not have a rule breaking, wild child, bungee jumping, white water rafting, adventurous bone in my body.
I have been thinking about this lately and it has started to bother me.
It all started when we were in Cozumel and our friend Chris wanted us to each rent scooters to drive around the island on.
Those little death traps that go bzz bzz and could easily be smooshed flat in a second by a medium sized truck.
No thank you.
I thought everybody would agree with me, but it seems that I was the only person who didn't want to rent a scooter.
I was astonished that when the word "scooter" was brought up that everybody else inthe group didn't instnatly imagine the above scenario (small scooter smooshed flat).
And this has brought me to my current line of thinking; I am not adventurous.
In fact I follow rules to a T. Sometimes too much.
The most adventurous thing I have done lately is cook raw chicken and only wash my hand five times instead of six.
My life is not split into two sections.
Before I cooked raw chicken and after.
And I'm only slightly joking.
Also on my last post a couple of people wanted to know where I got my dresses.
I got them ALL at Francesca's. I am so un-adventurous I can't event venture out of one store. I go to a store and get everything I want/need there.
I'm a boring little old lady trapped in a 25 year old's body.
So I have decided that I am going to try and push myself these next couple of months and do some things out of my comfort zone.
This doesn't mean I am going to be going over Niagra Falls in a small barrell anytime soon, but I want to more things in life to challenge myself.
Stepping out of my comfort zone is a good way to describe my new found lease on life.
Heck I might even cook chicken and only wash my hands four times.
Oh the endless possibilities.