That Adventuress Moment When...
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had an approach→ avoidance→ courage→ joy cycle whenever confronted with challenge. The initial curiosity – about dinosaurs or instruments or auditioning for tv shows – would tether my tiny heart and pull me in, but falter on the edge of the unknown with that nervous-achey-weakness in my knees. I’d step back – afraid of the fierceness of an animatronic brontosaurs or the painful soreness of my hands on the guitar before building up my callouses or the room full of strangers waiting to cast a 4-year-old me on Sesame Street – but only ever for a moment. After the tears and unfounded fears I would surprise even my mama with sudden unprecedented leap off of the cliffs of my comfort zone. And I’d grow to discover that I’m never really happier than I am in that mid-air, omg-I’m-doing-it, transcendent moment. The instantaneous eternity between stage-fright and passionate applause.
I think that phenomenon is adventuressness. It’s something we can practice and cultivate. Something we can encourage in ourselves and inspire in others. It’s a set-up for spectacular, fear-enducing, imposter-syndrome freak-outs and the glorious rush of relief, triumph, gratitude and bliss that follow.
That’s what Adventuress means to me and it’s why I’m diving heart-first into this wildly wonderful uncharted territory – building websites, flying drones, filmmaking, scoring and traveling to capture snippets of songs I find hanging in the rarefied air of the unexplored – with just my trusty guitar slung across my back and my brilliant bff by my side.
I can’t wait to sing you what I find.
Ps. I should also mention that after a whole childhood of sitting at home while watching other kids invite each other on vacation, skipping college and European-backpacking gap years to play my songs in tiny coffee shops and sticky-floored clubs… I always held fast to the idea that doggedly going after my dreams would eventually bump me into other people like me… Creators and doers and artists and idealists who would be my kindred spirits. Well, I found out you just take that thought, add ten thousand hours and voilà! Vivienne Gucwa pops onto the radar screen of my social media feeds with her iconic photos filled with otherworldly nostalgic beauty. So, we’re doing this together ‘cause nothing makes you more adventuress than a friend to give you that much-needed push! And… I think it’s safe to say our adventures are gonna kick the metaphorical-ass of any adolescent trip to Disneyland I missed.