When Colin was growing up, “adventure” was a bad word.
Get lost? It’s an adventure! Getting caught in freezing rain and almost sliding off the road? Another adventure! Car died in a blizzard? You get the picture…
It got so bad, that Colin’s family is a little superstitious about that word. You certainly wouldn’t declare something an adventure before heading out, or else you were probably dooming that trip in some horrible way or another. The few times I tried it, I got some weird faces, shaking heads, and slight hissing noises. Best not to say it.
I, on the other hand, love the word “adventure”. Sure, we had the same issues getting lost. In the days before Google Maps on your phone, it was easy enough to take a wrong turn. Or to end up on a narrow road in the forest in a broken down minivan with your cousins and a bunch of rapidly cooling, fresh-caught fish. And yes, those were adventures. But they were adventures for all of the best reasons. After all, how many people get to star gaze in the middle of the night with your cousins, caught in the middle of nowhere and waiting for a tow truck?
Adventures aren’t a given. You have to take a bad situation and make the most of it. You have to embrace what you’re given, even if it isn’t what you thought you wanted. Adventures, unlike disasters, are all about the memories.
So, when we got married, we decided to reclaim “adventure”.
If adventures are all about the laughter, about turning any situation into something memorable in the best way possible, then didn’t we want our whole married lives to be a series of adventures? Enough with the superstition – we were starting our marriage off on the right foot. And so, we took adventure back and made it ours (and even wrote it into our vows)! This blog is here to document our adventures – big or small.
In that spirit, 2016 – our first full year of marriage – is also our Year of Adventures.
We’ll see where it takes us.