I had been sick for a couple of days.
My world felt suddenly, involuntarily, very small.
When I felt a bit better, I texted my sister.
adventure today: going to the supermarket and back! 😵 🥳
Obviously, I wasn’t in the best of moods, but it made me smile.
Forget about the adventures of Odysseus, Bilbo, and Spiderman.
Supermarket, here I come!
After making a list of stuff I needed, I put on an extra coat and checked mentally three times whether I had everything: keys, card, list, bag.
Standing in the hallway, I faced my first crossroads. Walking or biking?
Would I dare to bike with the risk of falling off the bike with my dizzy head?
Still feeling a true adventurer, I chose to bike.
I got to the supermarket, where I kept almost bumping into people all the time.
I walked in circles. More circles. Circles through the supermarket to find everything I needed.
My card magically disappeared, and I needed to figure out how to pay with my phone.
However, I got everything on my list. I biked back. I still had my keys.
When I crashed on the couch, I texted my sister.
superhero arrived: mission of the day was a success 🦸
And I lived happily ever after.
I don’t think they will make a movie of this story.
However, today, I want to be the one who whispers in your ear that your life and my life are full of adventures.
Real adventures, not fictitious ones.
The greatness of these small adventures depends mostly on how you engage them…
… and the tales you spin about them afterward.
The Supermarket: There and Back Again
Wonderful post. Even the most so called mundane activities have expansive power if we appreciate them deeply. Paul Klee once wrote “Imagine you are dead. After many years of exile, you are permitted to cast a single glance earthward. You see a lamppost and an old dog lifting his leg against it. You are so moved that you cannot help sobbing.”