I took a little time off over the weekend to go up to the Brainerd Lakes area to stay at our family’s lake cabin up on Gull Lake. I don’t go up very often of late, in fact, I didn’t go up at all last year.
When you are a bit of an introvert, sometimes being up at the cabin on busy weekends in the summer is a bit overwhelming. It has nothing to do with my extended family. They are all awesome people. It’s just mostly me and loving to be home rather than away.
Home is my favorite. Away, less so.
I’d like to think I want more adventures, but if I’m being honest, my everyday life is often enough of an adventure. Being alive is a daily trip if you stop to consider that air in your lungs is a straight up miracle.
I’m not sure if it’s true that the older you become, the more yourself you are. If that were true for me, by now I would have turned into an exceptionally controlling, angry woman who tolerated nothing that got in the way of her idea of the perfect day. Therapy helped re-route that road. It helped me to embrace that anything and everything can happen and I need to roll with the punches or face a constant discontent over the fact that life doesn’t fit in neatly with any plan, however well laid it may be.
Not that anything is going awry today. But I see more than ever that my life is an adventure, even in the daily grind of doing the same things. It’s not a grind. It’s a gift.
More and more I enjoy the quiet. If home is the quiet and away is the adventure, I’m okay with the lack of obvious adventure.
I have all I need right here.
But, the views that are away aren’t half bad.