Just because you’re not on an African safari, or skydiving, or scuba diving in the South Pacific does not mean you’re living an unfulfilled life.

Real adventure starts within. Real adventure starts with looking inside yourself and discovering the depth of who you are and what you are meant to bring to this world. Real adventure starts right here – right now.

And you don’t have to give up anything to live this life of adventure. You don’t have to give up your day job, or anything that brings you a sense of security. But you do have to have the courage to ask yourself the deeper questions your soul is asking – and, more importantly you must listen to the answers. Then, when you’re ready, you can try.

But, trying is embarrassing. Whenever we try something new, we risk making a fool of ourself. We risk being laughed at by others. We risk failure.

But we risk so much more if we don’t try. And trying something new can be as small as trying a new restaurant or as big as starting your own company. Ultimately, you decide what you would like to try.

 

We wear our pain in the lines on our face; the sometimes far-away look in our eye. White women are quickly becoming the forgotten gender – except, of course, for sex. Now that we have a black male President, I think white women have the right to rebel; to throw things; to yell, to punch, to say “what the fuck.” But we won’t. We’ll keep moving ahead the best we can. You know who we are. Look in our eyes. We are more alive, more free, and more wild than we appear. But we don’t know how to shake off the air of reserve that we’ve been taught to carry for so long. The most important first step is to acknowledge every level of your being – be a saint, and love her. Be a slut, and love her. Be a professor, a student, a wife, a mother, a dreamer. BE. The most empowering book I’ve ever read on this subject is Marianne Williamson’s “A Woman’s Worth” – whom obviously gets all credit for the title of this post. We are all struggling under the weight of something heavy. Live free and support your fellow women.

Sometimes I’m afraid of not having enough money. Sometimes I’m afraid of not living up to my full potential. Sometimes I’m afraid of trying to grow my own business.

And yet, I truly believe that my life is blessed (as is all life). I marvel at the baby birds being fed by their parents, and the beautiful flowers in bloom. I believe that I’m guided by a force far greater than the thoughts that are floating around in my head.

But, if I’m truly guided by a force (I call this energy God, but in my mind, this is not a religious affiliation) – If I truly believe this, why am I afraid? Why do I fear anything? Melissa Etheridge sings “where is your faith, and where do you put your fear?” I put my fear in “not being or having enough”. I put my faith in ‘God’. Why do I sometimes feed my fear more than my faith?

What about you? Can you relate?