I relate to this; it's certainly how I lived out my 20s and 30s. But then starting around the big midlife retrospective at 40, I started to ask myself: Why was I scared of average? Was it a fear of how I was perceived? A feeling that I needed to prove myself? Was I comparing myself to others? A fear that I wouldn't take full advantage of this life before I died?
Over the past few years, I've gotten more out of doing less. With slowness, comes depth: More serendipitous conversations with neighbors as I walk the dog, or at the local pool each morning.
I naturally wake up with more energy than most people, and they still think I'm a busybody. But I know I've changed. I don't regret soaking up the world like a sponge in my 20s and 30s, but I do find more pleasure in prioritizing depth over novelty in my 40s. Maybe that's a natural progression. I'll be curious to see how it unfolds for you.
Depth over novelty - that's a good one. I'm curious of the difference between striving to be a busybody and trying to build a rich human experience (and if they are mutually exclusive or not).
Exactly! That's what I ask myself: Am I doing this thing to keep myself busy or to pursue a rich human experience? In my younger years, I kept myself so busy that I often wasn't attentive to the rich human experience. Now that I'm slowing down a bit (a bit!), I find more richness every day. It's like how you can take in the scenery more on a bike at 20 mph than in a car at 70.
I loved this read so much. I especially resonated with the concept of Ouibatori. Going to keep that one in my back pocket. Also I’m going to beat you at Scrabble next time we play
Biggest fear: https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpreview.redd.it%2Fsxfnoyttq4c91.jpg%3Fwidth%3D640%26crop%3Dsmart%26auto%3Dwebp%26s%3Dd4bf4a3aff5df400760079ccc2b792b1ea59100f
I relate to this; it's certainly how I lived out my 20s and 30s. But then starting around the big midlife retrospective at 40, I started to ask myself: Why was I scared of average? Was it a fear of how I was perceived? A feeling that I needed to prove myself? Was I comparing myself to others? A fear that I wouldn't take full advantage of this life before I died?
Over the past few years, I've gotten more out of doing less. With slowness, comes depth: More serendipitous conversations with neighbors as I walk the dog, or at the local pool each morning.
I naturally wake up with more energy than most people, and they still think I'm a busybody. But I know I've changed. I don't regret soaking up the world like a sponge in my 20s and 30s, but I do find more pleasure in prioritizing depth over novelty in my 40s. Maybe that's a natural progression. I'll be curious to see how it unfolds for you.
Depth over novelty - that's a good one. I'm curious of the difference between striving to be a busybody and trying to build a rich human experience (and if they are mutually exclusive or not).
Exactly! That's what I ask myself: Am I doing this thing to keep myself busy or to pursue a rich human experience? In my younger years, I kept myself so busy that I often wasn't attentive to the rich human experience. Now that I'm slowing down a bit (a bit!), I find more richness every day. It's like how you can take in the scenery more on a bike at 20 mph than in a car at 70.
I loved this read so much. I especially resonated with the concept of Ouibatori. Going to keep that one in my back pocket. Also I’m going to beat you at Scrabble next time we play
If you manage to play a full board game without flipping the board or stealing pieces, I'll be impressed
Brilliant. Was fascinated by the spiderman and Steve Jobs tie-ins and audibly laughed when I got to the Hopdoddy’s mention. Sparks 💥