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The Weekly ONE Thing - A Swing and a Miss but Still in the Game

My plan for last week's ONE thing was to revive my sense of adventure. I thought I would do that by enjoying whatever unfolded on my family vacation. I do think that keeping this perspective in my mind was helpful, but I'm not sure it turned out the way I thought it would, (which is maybe the point). Sadly both my children got sick on the long bus journey we took to see the Grand Canyon. My poor daughter was in agony, from feeling like her throat was closing up, to excruciating ear pain and a stuffed nose that turned into a bleeding nose (for almost an hour). I felt so bad for her and was plying her with so many drugs, I was worried she might OD on cold medication. When we finally got to the Grand Canyon, I was blown away by the view. I thought about my commitment to revive my sense of adventure and took a moment to appreciate the magnificence of the place. But I felt like I had failed in my intention to revive my adventurous spirit as I felt weighed down by my children's misery on the journey. Even though I couldn't predict their illness, the plan to take the long bus ride to the Grand Canyon and back, felt like a major planning error in retrospect.


On further reflection, I realize that maybe this experience was perfect for reviving my sense of adventure. Adventure isn't always about having that "high" you get from doing something daring or new. Adventure also requires getting out of your comfort zone and being willing to deal with the consequences that come with it. My Grand Canyon experience definitely wasn't comfortable. It was an adventure just to survive it. At one point on the bus journey, as our bus driver was droning on his canned speech of facts about the canyon and the sights on the way, someone said in a loud voice, "Has he been drinking?" My eyes popped wide as they connected with a fellow traveller in the seat across from me. We both acknowledged that our driver's voice did sound like that of a drunk balladeer, but I wouldn't have thought it until someone voiced it. We all started laughing nervously and used humour to