Out of the 6,057 students that attend York St John University, I have wanted, more than any of them, to have less time off over Christmas. I’ve been bored. I have a job, yes. I sell many baths, yes. I have begged on all two knees for more hours. But on my days off I’ve been floating about with streams of Netflix littering my tired brain and slowly eating more food as each day progresses. It leaves me feeling sluggish and regretful of the pattern my life is slowly shaping into.
I despise days alone with only my stuffed hedgehog (a.k.a. Henry) for company. Despite Henry’s allure, I find myself fidgety, unable to vent my chatter-like nature, and I hate staying indoors. It gets stuffy and ‘too’ cosy and the drone of the TV filters into one monotone and I can’t press the off button. I physically can’t because I’m left with something much worse. Silence.
It sounds insane. Yes, I’ll confess to that. But I can’t be the only one. The adventurers are out there; the busy bodies; the people hungry for success. I smell ’em. Much like I smell the chocolate covered popcorn resting under my nose. Yes, I agree, I must stop snacking in the evenings.
But here is what I learnt today: days don’t ever have to be ’empty’ days.
I was dragged out of the house by roommates at 2pm in the afternoon. I left because the idea of pancakes at Double Dutch Pancake House sounded irresistible. After pancakes, I happened past a few homeless men shivering in the cold. I bought 3 cups of tea and, although only managed to give away 1, felt happy about it. I stumbled across the information centre and, after taking a nosy inside, came out with over 30 leaflets and an excited head spinning with ideas.
I needed to re-address and I did. I remembered what gets me going – fresh air and exciting events to write about. Not every day has to be exciting but it can still be adventure. The days not adventuring have to be spent planning adventures. Or how else do adventures get done?