Adventurerizing, Anyone?

When you’ve outgrown the life you built.

Dear You,

Recently, I went adventurerizing.

Wait—what? Carolyn, what in the world is adventurerizing?

Glad you asked.

By nature, I wander. I chase the scent of new experiences. I crave what makes me feel alive. Different tastes, different rhythms, different skies.

If you've been following along, you’ve probably seen glimpses—photos from ferry decks and Irish roads, quiet reflections, the way I pack up and begin again.

But underneath it all is something quieter.
A deeper pattern.

Here’s the truth: I can’t do “stuck.”
The same-old routine dulls me. It starts to feel like someone’s turning down the oxygen.
I go inward in the hardest way.
It’s not depression. It’s more like suffocation.
I shrink.

And the thing is—I know this about myself.

I’ve studied Carolyn. I’ve noticed the signs.
I’ve paid attention to what helps me breathe again.

Over time, I started shaping a way forward.
Not a big, dramatic escape—but a quiet shift.
A personal rhythm I now return to again and again, whenever I feel the edges closing in.

This week, I want to share that rhythm with you.
Not the polished version. The real one.

Because if you’ve ever felt boxed in by the life you built...
If you've ever caught yourself whispering this isn’t working...
Then this week might open a window.

Still here,
Carolyn