2019 was a tame year for me.
Granted, I went to Burning Man.
But the closest I got to real adventure was swapping sexy photos with an Australian guy who is cycling the globe.
Now THAT’S adventure.
Nights under the stars.
Days filled with sunshine and exercise.
I’ll bet he can eat 10,000 calories a day and not gain weight because of all the exercise he is getting.
He reminds me of another Aussie friend, Charlie.
Charlie used to get blindfolded and taken into the Australian Outback where he’d be left with a thermos of water and some energy bars and he had to find his way back to civilization.
He once went on a retreat by himself to the Outback where he could do nothing, not listen to music, not read a book.
He spent his time thinking, which to me seems like torture, but to him was a welcome change.
Out of all the men I’ve dated, I find it interesting that the most adventurous men I’ve met are all Australian.
It’s just further proof that I need to get my ass on a plane to Australia and enjoy a little time down under, watching the toilets swirl the other direction.
All this is just to say that Australia is calling my name and I’ve received her message loud and clear.
My spirit animal may just be a koala.