What's your next adventure?

Hi friends!

Today I fly to Europe with my father on our second trip together.

This photo was from our previous adventure in Italy, and this time we’re cruising up the Rhine River from Switzerland to Germany and The Netherlands.

In addition to the joy of wandering around new cities with new people, new food, new art…the real adventure is in our relationship.


This photo tells you a lot about our different personalities and approaches to life. We don’t always see eye to eye, but we are better for every attempt. For instance, I know this is him smiling, curiously amused by his daughter pushing him out of his comfort zone.

That’s the thing about adventures, and leaps of all kinds personal and professional.

There’s what you think it’s about — the logistics of sightseeing excursions or printing business cards for your new business — and then there’s what it’s really about beneath the surface.

And what it’s really about? You changing in a fundamental way. You are a different person with every new adventure and leap. You are changing before your very eyes, and so is everyone else around you, and it is totally uncomfortable.

Not unlike the look on my father’s face.

It’s amusing, maybe exciting, and probably some version of scary too. You don’t know what will happen, and there’s no way of knowing until you go for it. Get on the airplane. Send your first marketing email.

On the other side is where you learn who you really are.

What’s your next adventure, personal or professional, and what is the real adventure beneath it?

No matter where in the world we are, we’re in this together.

We are braver together

Despite what this photo may convince you, I'm not the most adventurous person.

I don't like heights or rollercoasters.

I want to know what I'm getting into before I get there, so I can freak out about it in advance.


This is from a fjord tour in Norway during my whirlwind trip to four European countries in three weeks this summer. More details about that will be coming soon. 

The day before our tour I was motion sick from a five-hour train ride up to the mountains, an hour tram back down to sea level and a 90-minute ferry after that to finally reach the tiny town of Balestrand with goat farms on sheer cliffs and still dark river waters.

So when they put us in this head to toe gear, my fear radar was on high alert.

But Terry was there. My friend and travel buddy. I'm not sure she was completely okay either, we both were quiet as the 16-person rib boat backed away from the dock.

We went with it, trusting the guide, ourselves and maybe each other too.

It was fine. It was fun. We were wowed by waterfalls, bounced over the wakes from passing ferries, and pulled over to watch goats grazing (video narrated by the Spanish tourists in front of me).

You don't have to be brave all by yourself.

We have each other.

How can I help YOU be braver?