I'm not a planned-surprise kind of girl, necessarily. I've never coveted a secret surprise birthday party or an elaborate proposal of marriage, that sort of thing.
But oh how I dearly love coming across the unexpected--a far-flung friend, randomly, at the airport; a bird's nest in an unused corner of the barn; a waterfall that wasn't on the map of my hike; good news; eagles flying overhead on my commute to work; or a giant pileated woodpecker in the backyard while I make breakfast.
Perhaps I'm very boring, but I like to know what's coming, what's next. I would never, however, opt for security if it meant I could no longer be astonished in my days or, to borrow a phrase from C.S. Lewis, surprised by joy.