Well, it's been a while since i updated this thing, i'm not even sure who reads it, i suppose it's mostly for getting my thoughts out.

Have you ever felt stagnant? Like you aren't moving anywhere, you're just sitting there getting warm and providing a breeding ground for mosquitoes? I've felt like that lately, I'm just itching to get out somewhere and have an adventure. But what I realized is that, unless you're Bilbo Baggins, adventure doesn't come knocking at your door. You have to seek it out. You have to go have an adventure to have an adventure.

I took a walk a couple weeks ago. I was feeling especially stagnant, and bored, and wanted to do something. So I grabbed a Susan B. Anthony dollar, and out the door I went. I was determined to have adventure. And what better way to have an adventure than to have no control over where you go? That's what I thought anyway. So every time I got to an intersection, I would flip the coin. Heads was right, tails was left, and if it started rolling i went straight. Unfortunately, i just ended up going around in circles. My second time down the same street, I got fed up. "I'm just going around in circles! I wanted Adventure!" I thought to myself. I saw the metaphoric parallels to my life, which probably contributed to my frustration. Then this voice in my head said:

"Well, what are you going to do about it?"

Profound. Here I was, playing the victim, when the responsibility was in my hands all along. So, I headed for downtown, because that was where i was wishing the coin would lead me in the first place.

From here, the story gets less profound. I start towards downtown, and see a giant Catholic church. I decide to do what I've always seen people do in the movies. Just waltz right in and sit down. So I did. It was absolutely gorgeous. I just sat there, taking it all in.

Then my cell phone went off.

I didn't even look to see if people were glaring at me. I just sat there for a bit, and decided to make a break for it. I grabbed my camera bag, slung it across my shoulder and headed out the door. I fumbled my way through crossing myself the best that a Baptist kid could, and went outside. Turns out it was my dad, asking me what I wanted from the ice cream man. So I called him back, and headed for home.

The End.