I just re-read two journal entries, one containing several unusual things I've done and another listing things I haven't done but coulda or woulda liked to. I'm struck by the fact that most of the interesting things I've done were done more than a decade ago, and the things I'd like to do have sat on my "maybe someday" mental list for years.
Was I really so much more interesting ten or twenty years ago? Does this have something to do with being a grownup with a mortgage? Why haven't I done more of the things I'd like to try? What am I so afraid of?
Was I really so much more interesting ten or twenty years ago? Does this have something to do with being a grownup with a mortgage? Why haven't I done more of the things I'd like to try? What am I so afraid of?
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Are you comparing yourself to you ten years ago (with perhaps a less-than-accurate view, as you might not remember what was uninteresting a decade ago) or others now?
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Uninteresting to me. Perhaps "interesting" isn't quite the right word; maybe it's more accurate to say I'm not stretching myself. Of course, when I think of what I've been doing lately, what I tend to think of is sitting here in the office, not square dance calling in Stockholm; that right there is a big factor. For nearly twenty years now this has been my line of work. No wonder it starts to look a bit monotonous.
Are you comparing yourself to you ten years ago (with perhaps a less-than-accurate view, as you might not remember what was uninteresting a decade ago) or others now?
I think I'm comparing my day-to-day existence now with selected quirky highlights from ten years ago. :-)