Adventure

“Hello everyone! Its Marlowe again. Today I thought I would write about my summer adventures because I for one likes to read stories that other people write. So this summer we have already had tons of adventure …”

I asked Marlowe to write the blog for today.  This is as far as she got. She needed a tv break, because we have a busy day ahead of us.  We’re setting up the house for her fourth annual summer camp—the camp that she hosts for friends of Dylan and younger (I cap it at two years old); an annual two days of approximately ten little people running around our house like crazy people… or, kids.

She’s got quite a two days lined up:

Adventure is something that speaks to me.

Last weekend we spontaneously decided to go to Cincinnatti and went to the aquarium, went to their Coney Island Water Park, played giant Jenga outdoors at the hotel, got balloon objects made, and tried to stay up in the “hamster wheel” bubbles at a pop-up pool. It was sooo much fun.

(And also allowed me to avoid the bills, the cleaning, the laundry, the weird septic smell coming out of the drain, the lawn, the everything…)

Adventure is important, I think.  We were driving back from another adventure—this time up to the Indiana Dunes beachside—on Friday and were singing at the top of our lungs, the music on max volume (Imagine Dragons and Sia…. two very good top-of-your-lungs artists)

When I wake up in the middle of the night, which I always do, I think of all the things I’m not doing.  The things I’m failing at. The ways I’m damaging myself and others.

But when we allow ourselves an adventure moment, all that blows away. We connect with what’s important (each other).

Marlowe’s camp is tomorrow. She will offer ten little beautiful people the opportunity for adventure. And I will help.

Because adventure speaks to me.

What adventure can you create for yourself today?