Intrepid

There are days that I long for the innocent beginning of a new adventure. That spirit of childhood when nothing fazes you. You have infinite courage, and all you see is the grand quest, on which you are about to embark. These are carefree days. These are bold days, unfettered by grasping hands of burden, restraint, or obligation.

This awareness of soul pops up occasionally, reminding me that I am, indeed, a free spirit. I feel it when on windblown shores and mountain heights. I let it envelope me at times when sitting indoors can no longer be tolerated. I step outside to feel the grass between my toes and endeavor to carry that feeling on through my next task, reminding me that life is the adventure.

And now that I am grown, mind, body, and soul, I recall that feeling, not only to mind, but to action. Bring on the responsibilities that have made me stronger. Bring the tasks that have taught me grit. I’ll couple those with my intrepid spirit and take on life with the richness of magnificent stumbles and glorious scars.