and, why adventure, lady?
To answer the first, being of a certain age, I find it inappropriate to address myself as Adventure Girl. Adventure Woman sounds kind of cheesy, with delusions of superpowers and tacky outfits and vestiges of Feminist monovision. Adventure Lady is the Goldilocks Solution. Not too silly, not too tweeny, just the right amount of that ole je ne sais quoi.
I am, after all, a lady.
As to the why adventure question, I covered that a bit before. My Golden Year. I need to stretch myself. Stuck in a rut, that's me. Seriously, I always drive the same path to work and the same path home. The only time it changes is if I don't have anyone else to take somewhere. It took me 3 days to work up the nerve to drive McCarter Hollow Road, even though I pass it every day and I *know* it comes out on Jayell, where I'm usually driving anyway. When it's that hard to think outside the box, you've got to change more than your underwear.
So, this next year is about change and pushing boundaries, pushing envelopes, pushing my SELF out of her little hidey-hole.
To answer the first, being of a certain age, I find it inappropriate to address myself as Adventure Girl. Adventure Woman sounds kind of cheesy, with delusions of superpowers and tacky outfits and vestiges of Feminist monovision. Adventure Lady is the Goldilocks Solution. Not too silly, not too tweeny, just the right amount of that ole je ne sais quoi.
I am, after all, a lady.
As to the why adventure question, I covered that a bit before. My Golden Year. I need to stretch myself. Stuck in a rut, that's me. Seriously, I always drive the same path to work and the same path home. The only time it changes is if I don't have anyone else to take somewhere. It took me 3 days to work up the nerve to drive McCarter Hollow Road, even though I pass it every day and I *know* it comes out on Jayell, where I'm usually driving anyway. When it's that hard to think outside the box, you've got to change more than your underwear.
So, this next year is about change and pushing boundaries, pushing envelopes, pushing my SELF out of her little hidey-hole.
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