One more adventure...

I'm a big supporter of rebellion. Peaceful, laugh-at-tradition, make people talk kind of rebellion. I try not to follow the crowd too much and every now and again I like to do something that makes people think I might be just a bit off my rocker. See? Even using the phrase, "off my rocker" in 2009 makes me seem just a little bit crazy. Am I right? In order to live the life we are called to, to stand out, to seek adventure, we have to step outside of our comfort zone. For everyone that's going to look a little different. You might be comfortable with everything short of jumping out of a plane. Well, strap on that parachute and get flying; it's time for your adventure! Maybe your idea of crazy is NOT replacing the toilet paper roll the MINUTE it's empty! Go ahead, leave it for your husband!

My comfort zone is pretty small. I'm only really, truly comfortable with a tiny amount of life. Everything else is adventure for me! The other night we were driving home from my parents house and my husband took a new road home. Adventure! I immediately got excited and exclaimed, "Where are you going?" When he replied that he was simply taking a new way, I giggled and shouted out, "Sweet, it's like we're going on an adventure!" Ok, now I know that doesn't seem very exciting or fear-inducing...and it wasn't. But, LOOKING for new and extraordinary ways to do life is what I'm all about. I see it everywhere. I seek it out. And I never say no to an idea that might take me one step closer to becoming the person God has called me to be.

Now, I don't think God called me to be a blonde...I'm pretty sure he doesn't care what color my hair is! But, letting go of my vain attachment to my strands and trusting someone else to be in charge of my appearance has taught me a few valuable lessons.

First, I am going to be brutally honest about the fact that I don't think I was ever meant to be a blonde. Maybe I'm just not used to the extreme change yet, but it's not my favorite look.

Second, it's incredibly freeing to silence that voice in my head that screams at me for perfection. It's been empowering to know that this isn't my best look, and I'm ok with it.

And finally, I'm slowly learning that the only opinion I really need to care about is that of God's. How did I get that from bleaching my hair blonde? I'm working my way into it...follow me here. In the last 12 hours I've received several comments from people that sound a little something like, "It's....different." Now, if I chose to, I could take that as a slam against my Marilyn-esque new do. But I choose to see that as a compliment! I LIKE different! And to remind myself that in this life you have to prioritize what matters. It was fun to get a new style and a new hair color, but it doesn't have eternal consequences...and even if EVERYONE thinks I look like a lemon-frosted cupcake I don't need to worry. Because the stuff that God is working on inside of me isn't effected by the color of my hair. And this tiny, little baby adventure is only part of the bigger journey that I'm on.

And let me just assure you; I WILL do many more things that seem ridiculous...maybe even today. And I WILL make decisions that I will regret! But I will also get to the end of my life and have stories to tell, pictures to prove that I LIVED, and hilarious re-countings of adventures gone awry!

Alright, the moment of truth...Lemon Frosted Cupcake!