Plunging into the past without a systematic way is ironically a good way to identify patterns. For instance, I’ve realized that I jump into the “unknown” every decade.
The scenario: I am in a fairly secure “normal” job and then proceed to take a running leap off of a springboard into the wilds of life. Usually with a plan 1/2 baked. Sometimes there’s a job or sometimes there is place to live. Rarely, is there both before I jump.
The lesson: My landings have neither been horrendous or smooth. They are usually a little bumpy with bruises, but nothing that a small Band-Aid and TLC can’t heal. And resulting from all of the tumbles is a stronger person.
The step-up: As I reflected on my college years, 20s, and 30s, those scrapes seemed like the biggest wound, but once it healed I became more confident, knowledgeable, or financially independent.
What about my 40s?
(I think I already know the answer – jumping into the Grand Adventure.)