I had an interesting conversation with someone today about exploring new interests and skills and what compels one to do so. I find it strange that I have decided to get serious about real writing and also learn to paint this year when both of these things have been on my bucket list for years with little to no action on my part. Why would I would pick a phase of my life when I have so many stressful events happening to get serious about two pretty big line items on my list? The timing just seems odd.
Is it because I really am less content with the work I do for a living? Lately it does seem kind of silly and mundane. And I have a really hard time getting as fired up about things as much as my clients do. Actually as much as I used to back when I donned the corporate cloak and meeting an ad deadline was worth ruining everyone’s weekend for.
Or is it because I’ve read enough self help and positive energy books to fill a library (and provide much amusement to my relatives with my new age philosophies and hypotheses). I truly am a firm believer in the laws of attraction and the power of visualization.
Maybe it’s because I keep getting reminded of how short life can be. Or worse…what if I’m falling in line with the cliche of the the middle aged woman who wants to “find” herself? Luckily I’m not dressing like a hippie just yet and I can’t stand the smell of patchouli.
It’s probably more likely that it’s some form of self-soothing to escape and to find a different kind of release.
I’m really not sure what the answer is. But it does makes me wonder what else is possible and what could happen if I decided to open the throttle a little more. Maybe I’ve had it on halfway for a while – following the path of least resistance and what’s expected. I think we all fall into that trap more often than we’d like to admit – building dams of resistance that maybe just have to break at some point. The result can transform the slow trickling stream of content into a swollen river of possibilities.
One thing is for certain. It feels right. And for that, I’m grateful.