I'm not the most adventurous gal out there. Most times, when I'm presented with an adventure, my mind is open but my guards are up. Especially when it involves me being outside, communing with nature. To a nature-enthusiast, the outdoor experience can be a calming, enchantment of the wind, the trees and the chirping of the birds. Me on the other hand, my perspective is contrary. While in nature, I often feel disoriented and clammy, and itchy - all while trying to avoid every little critter in my space (their space, actually). It's everything but serene.

If it were up to normal circumstances, you would not catch me trying to explore these earthly elements - but a few weeks ago, I felt an internal nudge to go chasing waterfalls. I had a dream. In the dream, I was wading at the bottom of a beautiful cascade of water. Once I woke up, I wasn't sure if it was last night's dinner or my subconscious speaking to me, but I had a pleasant feeling about it nonetheless.

You see, most of my dreams fade from my memory shortly after they occur - but this one remained, so I decided to further pursue its significance. Symbolically, dreaming of a waterfall represents letting go, releasing and in the end, gaining revitalization and renewal. That's all I needed to see. I was convinced to fulfill my dream in the most literal sense, and I did.

I drove an hour and a half north of Atlanta, to catch of glimpse of Toccoa Falls ("Beautiful" Falls in Cherokee) in Toccoa, Georgia. Tucked away in this small, quiet town is a breathtaking waterfall, which exceeds the height of Niagra Falls. Just walking up to it humbled me in a way that I cannot explain. I copped a squat on one of the rocks and just admired what was in front of me. I didn't think about anything, I didn't stress about anything and I had not a care in the world. I adopted the pace of nature by tuning my ear to her voice, and it was quite charming (until a hornet started harassing me at least).

I left feeling proud of myself for pursuing adventure and spontaneity. And to keep that same energy going, I stopped by a well-known, family-owned winery on the way home. Hey, when in Rome!

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