Alright, now that you’ve told us about your great adventures and we’ve told you about ours, it’s time to discuss the next logical step: how do you turn these epic experiences into an equally epic story? I’m a writer because I love stories, but I believe every woman–whether she’s a writer or an electrical engineer, shy or outgoing–needs to have at least one truly great story in her arsenal. The kind that enthralls people at dinner parties, sends your friends into hysterics, or maybe, if you’re so inclined, becomes Chapter 5 of your bestselling memoir. After the jump, my top tips for turning any experience into an unforgettable story… Keep reading »
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Here at The Frisky, we are of the opinion that every woman needs to have at least one wild adventure in her life. Ideally, she needs to have a bunch of them. But if adventuring is not your style, that’s OK too. One solid adventure will suffice. Who knows, maybe you’ll like going zip lining in the rain forest it so much, you’ll do it again. It’s impossible to make a wild adventure “happen.” The more premeditated your attempt to force one, the further away you move from the spirit of spontaneity. That is the greatest part about adventure — the element of surprise. Like I said, it’s impossible to manufacture the craziest night of your life, but there are things you can do that increase the likelihood of adventure. After the jump, Frisky staffers share their wild adventure wisdom. Keep reading »
It happens to all of us. We get caught up in the daily routine and forget to think about our needs. Not just the financial ones, but the physical, emotional, and mental ones as well. When was the last time you headed in a bold and exciting direction unsure of what the outcome would be? What will be the greatest adventure of your life? Is it yet to come? Tell us in the comments!
Some people will never know what it’s like to be truly lost. They will feel lost metaphorically, of course, because everyone feels aimless and unsure at some point in their lives, but in the physical sense, they will always know — at least vaguely — where they are. They will be able to say, “I am in Portugal,” or “That way is north.”
And then there are people like me. I was born without an internal compass. The moment I leave my doorstep is the moment I’m not sure where I’m going or how to get home.