This summer’s been an odd one.
Watching basically everyone I know head off on some kind of adventure - whether that be international traveling or just heading home for a few days - has been really hard. Especially since I’ve been stuck reading 11th century British literature and arguing about shading versus stippling in my introduction to art class, while everyone else got to see the beach or the Eiffel tower or a bed larger than the twin I’m really tired of sleeping on.
But hey, at least I completed all of my generals.
And maybe that’s why last night I decided I needed to do something drastic. And I was all like, “Hey, why don’t I go swimming in the Utah County Reservoir?” Genius.
(Don’t worry, mom. I didn’t actually do it. Save that dramatic phone call until you’ve finished reading, okay?)
After four hours of “The Mindy Project” and “Bones” and a rom-com starring my favorite Scottish leading man (David Tennant, for all of you uncultured swine), I told my future roommate I was not having any of it, and that we needed to leave P-Town IMMEDIATELY, or I was going to do something really stupid.
Like study. Or do laundry.
And so we set off, driving up the canyon with the windows down, listening to a compilation of Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, and the soundtrack from Disney’s Hercules in the middle of the hardest rain Provo’s seen in the past few months. And it was oddly freeing. I felt dangerous (which is a feeling I try very hard to avoid), and I liked it.
Forty minutes later and I was perched on the edge of the dock, totally ready to dive into a lake I could not see the bottom of for the sake of adventure and adrenaline and the fact I was tired of being stuck in this tiny town I was only in for a quality education (which, for the record, is a good reason, but one that is stretched a little thin after a while).
And although Emily and I agreed leaping into unknown waters could run the risk of me getting myself paralyzed, and realizing that maybe I enjoyed the use of my legs, and wound up with us ultimately walking back to the car, me holding my dress and shoes and very not-wet, I decided that was definitely the most fun I’d had in a very, very long time.
I guess the lesson learned here is that adventure can be found in really unlikely (and maybe often dangerous) places. I think it just takes a bit of guts to get out there and find it.
Courage takes courage to find. Like that whole, "You need experience to get a job but a job to get experience" kind of thing, but so much better, mostly because you don't have to eat cold lunches and talk to people who are just as not-thrilled as you are to be there.
I think that's pretty great.
And just for kicks and giggles, here's a super hipster picture of me, which looks like I copied off the Tumblr of some aggressive, moody teenager. You're welcome.
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And although Emily and I agreed leaping into unknown waters could run the risk of me getting myself paralyzed, and realizing that maybe I enjoyed the use of my legs, and wound up with us ultimately walking back to the car, me holding my dress and shoes and very not-wet, I decided that was definitely the most fun I’d had in a very, very long time.
I guess the lesson learned here is that adventure can be found in really unlikely (and maybe often dangerous) places. I think it just takes a bit of guts to get out there and find it.
Courage takes courage to find. Like that whole, "You need experience to get a job but a job to get experience" kind of thing, but so much better, mostly because you don't have to eat cold lunches and talk to people who are just as not-thrilled as you are to be there.
I think that's pretty great.
And just for kicks and giggles, here's a super hipster picture of me, which looks like I copied off the Tumblr of some aggressive, moody teenager. You're welcome.
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