Restless for adventure
Every few years I get restless. It’s a strange feeling. Generally nothing is wrong. In fact, mostly things are pretty great.
They’re just the same, endlessly the same, and I can’t handle the sameness.
Friendly people ask what’s been going on and it’s not that I have fewer stories than anyone else, I just don’t find them particularly interesting. So, I shrug and say ‘not much.’
It’s time for a new adventure.
The literature on this is unanimous. Ask and you shall receive. Visualise what you want and the universe will strive to realise it. Set goals and then work your butt off.
But… what if you don’t know what comes next? What do you visualise when you’re an opportunist and you crave the surprise?
I had a dream before waking this morning. I walked through a shopping centre and saw a performance of vibrant, tribal dancers. The show ended and the crowd left but I stayed, waiting. One of the dancers came up to me and held out his hand, inviting me to dance. I’d never danced that style before and he led incredible lifts and moves way beyond anything I can do in real life (gotta love dreams for that).
“I deserve this,” I thought. “This is my memorable dance.”
It’s dreamscape nonsense, of course, but the feeling hit me powerfully. I’m ready to do something memorable, fulfilling, fantastic.
But what?
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
Lewis Carrol – Alice in Wonderland
Muchness 
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