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  "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"  Prompt: Tell us about the most memorable adventure you've ever been on. Did everything go according to plan, or did anything unexpected happen? Whaaat’s up? Anyone else super stoked to see VP Elect Kamala Harris strutting onto stage in all white as a nod to the suffragettes? Love to see it. We have a long way to go, but every step in the right direction is important. Maybe first woman president soon?  Adventures, hmm, I’ve had a few. It’s the memorable part that trips me up. I’m not known for my profound capacity to remember things, and even less so when thinking on little to no sleep. I actually started to do those very mild insomnia hallucinations today. You know like when you think you see movement out of the corner of your eye or whatever. I thought I saw my cat walk by and but he wasn’t there when I looked. Then I looked the other way and saw that he was asleep on the couch next to me. Minor shit, but definitely a heads up that I need to sleep soon. I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping because my pain levels are flared up really bad and then I’ve been checking in on the election results all week on top of that. I’m hoping I can actually sleep tonight like more than 30 minutes here or there. But also trying not to put too much pressure on myself to sleep otherwise it will never happen because I’ll psych myself out. Come on, brain. Think of an adventure. I guess I don’t see planned vacations as an adventure really. Like, it is and it isn’t. It’s maybe a slightly adventurous activity, but adventure to me implies some kind of hazard. My brothers and I used to do a lot of adventurous things as kids. We’d explore things without really knowing where we were or what we were doing. One such time we were on a family trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere that had no electricity or anything. The goal was basically just to hang out and disconnect from life, I think. Anyway, us three boys wanted to go explore the area after lunch. Our mom gave us that whole motherly spiel like, “Don’t venture too far. Stay on the path.” My brothers, however, were Boy Scouts at the time and they were constantly trying to outdo one another and be the leader of the pack. We were walking along a path near the woods around the cabin and they started fighting over the compass because they both were eager to be the one to call which direction we should take. I’m significantly younger than my brothers so I was just following along behind them as they were fighting over the compass. The middle of the three of us got fed up and ended up just throwing the compass as far as he could into the woods because that makes total sense to resolve a fight. All of us instantly panicked because my parents had just gotten them the compass for scouts recently and they knew we’d be in trouble for losing it. We couldn’t just go back without it, so after a quick meeting they decided we had to go into the woods and find it. I was like 5 years old at the time so I just aimlessly wandered in behind them and pretended to look for it although I was pretty sure if anyone found it, it would be one of them. The farther we got into the thick of the woods, the less and less aware of our surroundings we became. After a good half hour or so of walking around staring at the ground, the three of us reconvened. They decided we should just go back and not mention the compass. Then they’d just say it must’ve gotten lost somewhere along the way if and only if our parents brought it up. Decision made. Cool. Except I then saw their facial expressions as they began to take in our surroundings. We were in the middle of a ton of tall trees, brush, and brambles. I could feel my throat kind of tighten up because I knew that none of us knew where we were. These woods weren’t like the ones on our property at home. We weren’t familiar with them at all. This was also at the peak of summer heat, like the beginning of August. We had a little canteen of water, a Swiss army pocketknife, and no compass. After arguing about whose fault this was, my oldest brother got the brilliant idea to just walk in a straight line. “We’re bound to find our way out if we just walk in one direction for long enough.” And long enough we did walk. It felt like hours and hours to me. As the little brother, I was being exceptionally whiny. “I’m hot. My feet hurt. I’m scared.” You know, the works. To his credit though, the brilliant plan did work. After what felt like 4 hours, we found a clearing in the woods that led us to the gravel road which went to the cabin. The only problem was that the spot where we came out was like 2 or 3 miles from the cabin. If I remember correctly, I ended up just lying down in the middle of the road and crying because I couldn’t walk anymore. So then my brothers had to alternate carrying me on their backs the rest of the way to the cabin.  The craziest part is that my parents had no idea. Again, I was like 5 years old so my time perception was probably off. It was maybe like 2 hours rather than the 5 hours it felt like. But regardless, our mom just glanced at us over the top of her book and was like, “Hey boys.” No fucks given.  Stoic Thought of the Day: "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.” -Seneca |
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