Adventureland…

… also known as the Oklahoma City metro area, at least in my case—but that sounds way less sexy.

I’ve been trying to be more adventurous because I turn 30 this year and I’m having a ridiculous panic attack over it. So, 29 has been the year of trying new food, new movies, new hobbies, new sports, new whatever.

Now, it seems 29 turned from the year of adventures into the year of quitting. Pessimistic? Maybe.

Here is this story about how I went longboarding, like two months ago.


I am afraid of everything, so it was surprising how much I enjoyed longboarding the first time out. I may have liked it because it only took an hour or me to stop feeling like I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

You must be so impressed.

30 seconds into renting the longboards:

One hour later:

Anyway, for the next two weeks all I could talk about was longboarding this and longboarding that. I looked up #longboarding on Instagram, so I guess you could say things felt pretty serious. After those two weeks, though, my interest subsided. It might have had a little to do with how expensive the things are, and a lot more to do with my general discomfort with anything on wheels.

I hate driving. You know, I didn’t even get my driver’s license until I was 21 or 22 years old. I was that kid in college that would whip out her state issued ID to get a drink at that cool bar on Sixth Street. Anyway, I am uncomfortable with things on wheels.

My passion and almost immediate disinterest in the new things I’m trying this year must be why parents are always so mad at their children… “I love hockey….Oh, you bought me $300.00 worth of gear…I hate hockey.”

Trying a bunch of new things this year has made me feel more adventurous, but not sticking with those things makes me feel like a quitter. I’m an adult, though, and I am not required to stick with everything I try to be good at adult-ing. Right? Right.

I still liked longboarding, and I continue to like the idea of doing it again sometime, maybe even at more respectable speeds—but I will be talking about it a lot less… after this, obviously.

Next on the list is rock climbing, well, indoor rock climbing. I’m sure I’ll love it, and promptly never do it again.