Going fast is really fun.
Stopping and turning around is a total drag.
Unfortunately, my adult life has been a continual series of fits and starts, where things go smoothly and seem to pick up speed, but then the momentum slows. And then everything screeches to a halt and I have to backtrack. Well, not backtrack, but definitely change course.
I am not a fan.
Now that I’m solidly in the second half of my life (my gene pool doesn’t offer encouragement for living well into my 80′s), I’m coming to a truce of sorts with this phenomenon; I accept that routinely changing course is an integral part of my current lifetime.
I say truce “of sorts” because it’s more a matter of the phenomenon merrily doing its thing with me shouting “NOT AGAIN!” each time I feel the slowdown, shedding tears when I see yet another stop sign, stopping (AGAIN!), then stomping my feet as I eventually choose a new path.
Never mind that I’ve pretty much loved (and/or learned from) every new path I’ve begrudgingly turned on. Paths I never would have chosen had I not been forced to do so.
Too often I’ve envied those who follow a relatively straight trajectory through their lives. I don’t believe their lives are necessarily easier, but, like I said, forward momentum is fun. I imagine that long-term forward momentum (assuming it’s on a good path) is even more fun.
I’ve often wondered how common my pattern is, and whether those who share it manage it more elegantly than me. If you know exactly what I mean, I’d love to hear your thoughts and/or experiences.
In the meantime, I’ll continue doing my thing – trying to build up speed on yet another new path.