so often i stay. i stop. i get caught up in the everydayness of life. i do the same thing day-in, day-out. i shop the same aisles at trader joes. i eat the same thing for breakfast every morning. i pull clothes from the same section of my closet. while routine can be legit, helpful and comforting, at times it becomes a complete bore. lame, i tell you. i am tired of staying. i want to go. too.

it’s kind of like my dog, bodie. “bodie, sit! lay down. and stay! good boy…” but all the while, that sweet pup was on the verge of leaping up and sprinting excitedly toward me with all his might. i could tell him to stay all i wanted, but at some point he would give-in and come over for some lovin’ be it pets or a cookie. and i couldn’t resist that sweet, puppy-dog face. or like when i’d play dummy with him. “sit. wait. wait…..GO! hunt it up!!!” and then he’d be off with the speed of a mongoosel. he’d trot back with an air of accomplishment about him and spit that slobbery, dirty thing at my feet and sit by my side waiting a chance to do it all over again. he loved it. the moment when i said, “where’s your dummy? hunt it up,” and he would instantly start FRAeaking out and getting all sorts of ecstatic over it, beating me with his tail on the way to the door. he loved it. the moment when he sat down beside me and anxiously watched the dummy sail throw the air it talking of him not to just starting running down the dirt road. the moment when he heard “go! hunt it up” and began sprinting down the hill. or the moment where he got to show you what he fetched as if you didn’t already know what it was. he was a happy-dawg in those moments. and always, really. but he had to both stay and go. sit and run. wait and hunt it up. and he learned to be content doing either. i loved that about bodie. and i think i have something to learn from him though he may just be a dog, a pet that has a uncanny proclivity for contentedness, loyalty, and friendship.

i need to learn how to stay well, and go well. be content doing and not-doing. be at ease waiting and pursing.

but today, i want to learn how to go well. have y’all seen that movie “Yes Man?” (if you haven’t, you should). but for those of you who have: remember the part of the film where Carl & Allison go to the airport and simply take the next flight available to wherever it may be? which just so happened to be to lincoln, nebraska. haha. not exactly a destination resort to be sure. but they had a blast. they went. they lived. they were spontaneous. i liked that. and as i watched, i found myself wanting to be more like them because i realize that so much of the sweetest moments in live are the unplanned, spontaneous ones. the random adventures. in the greasy spoons. or out on the road in the middle of nowhere.

i am tired of staying, sick of the routine. so i will go. not sure where i am going exactly. but i do crave an adventure. nothing grand or crazy, exotic or foreign, extravagant or expensive. nope. something simple, basic, easy. and with good friends of course. a road trip to unknown towns and across unfamiliar pavement. where time allows for the in between, the discovery, and the spontaneity i so desire. perhaps its the male in me. or the american in me. or the human in me. but i long to see new things, meet new people, create new memories. so i am going. soon. anyone care to join? where shall we go?

i’m serious.
for real.
stay tuned.