Addie Scoggin, age 24, is an adjunct English instructor in Southeast Missouri who enjoys all levels of adventure across the globe. She finds her greatest pleasure when teaching English collides with exotic travels, thus, in her downtime, you can find this avid kayaker floating down muddy, spring-fed rivers of the Midwest.
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my love of travel outgrew my fear, I was
never one to push boundaries. Since youth, I grew
progressively cautious, cringing under fear. It stung. It
disabled me, relentlessly following society’s directions,
hating to be corrected, but avoiding trouble and following.
It was simply who I was. Young. As I tested the power,
or went “against the grain” of authority, possible
criticism, risk, rebuke, saturated my mind,
forcing me to withdraw from
provocative ways of life—afraid.
It felt off. Wrong.
of “what if?”
Free from societal
labels by embracing my inner
defiance. Therefore, with age,
I abided by the rules from my
community—anyone with a smidgeon
of control. I didn’t want to march into the
danger zone since I couldn’t handle disapproval
well. I learned to limit my curiosity; or perhaps my
inquisitive nature was within, but afar. I resided in
benign, innocent territory and learned structure and
obedience from a very early age. Strangely, I
prided myself in the idea that “because I was
doing right, safely, within the sphere
of protection, I was the best at
whatever I did.” I followed the
rules, an admirable trait perhaps,
but always cushioned from
harm, the “safety button,”
never validated my
reputation as a good
person. Little did I
know, “doing right,”
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