I have always considered myself an adventurer, but not in the traditional sense. I hate putting myself in situations where I feel in danger. I remember the first time I was finally convinced to cliff jump. I wasn't only scared of the height, but I was more thinking over and over how absolutely stupid it was for me to willingly jump off perfectly sturdy ground into water of unknown depth below. My sister and brother have always been willing to try anything, my brother is my hero and summits mountains like no one's business and my sister will try something new without hesitation. 

I however take my adventure in a different form. I like to view life as an endless amount of possibilities, new potential with everyday. My adventure comes from dreaming big dreams, risk comes in the form of moving boxes and unknowns. I'm not one to live in regret, I make my choice and own it good or bad. When I stumble and have to pick myself up, I try not to get discouraged but take it all as a learning experience. I have grown more from taking risk and living a life of adventure than I ever imagined I could. 

But if I were to be completely honest, I would have to say that these past 6 months have stretched my faith and put me in a place where I have had doubt and questions. Questions of wither we made the right decision by picking up our entire life and moving to a new state only to sit stagnate for 6+ months with a world of unknown still before us. Each day I wake up unsure of what may happen, if we will get a job offer or if we need to dig deeper and do something differently. Each day is little bit of a risk, but together they make a life of adventure and even when I feel like I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, I wouldn't change anything. 

I am reminded to... 

Follow my Heart and trust my Instinct. No regrets only opportunities to learn.