In a slight follow up to the previous post, I read “Exit the Middle” just now (and the sequel post). And it sounds so familiar. I like the beginnings. I like the challenge. I don’t mind not knowing what I’m doing, because it’s the beginning, no one does in the beginning.
The middle is where I get bored. And often quit.
Unfinished art projects, past obsessions gathering dust, the artifacts are all around. I enjoy coming back to them at times, or entertaining the thought that I will.
I don’t regret not becoming advanced, because once I conquer the beginning, I know that I COULD become advanced, with time and patience. Or – I could go learn something else shiny and new and enjoy the beginning again.
It’s the middle you want to watch out for. When you need other people to create challenges for you.
Is it good that I don’t fluster in the middle, asking for external solutions to being there? Is it bad that I am obsessed with the new beginnings?
I like to think it means I adapt to change better (HA. I crave and resist it at the same time!)
Or have I already adopted her advice on getting out of the middle?
You just decide. You say it:
Here I am. I’m ready and willing to consciously engage with everything in my life. With the ecology of my life.
I’m open to finding challenges in the places where challenge is needed, and challenging myself to find ease when ease is needed.
That’s it. You’re out of the middle.
I’ve felt that strong desire for solutions to come from other people to get me out of ruts, to challenge me. It’s been the ennui, the longing in my past for answers to come to my doorstep. They didn’t come, and I ended up going out there and finding them for myself. And that’s so much more fulfilling!
Musings for a Monday. I suppose it’s sometimes a good thing that I’m like this, and sometimes not so good. But whichever way, I think it beats the hell out of being stuck somewhere I don’t want to be and not doing anything about it. (Which is right where I am with some aspects of life in particular…. ah. After the wedding though, after the wedding.)
(and now I have “Stuck in the middle with you” as an earworm in my brain…. )