I am plagued by possibilities. As a multi-passionate jack-of-all-trades, this is the albatross around my neck. Whenever something new and exciting drifts into my awareness, I immediately want it.
And let me tell you—there are a lot of things to want:
To roam the world on insane expeditions, to be a prolific author, to be a mountain athlete, to move to Portugal and tend to bees and an olive grove, to start a business, to be a coach, to travel to the mountains—no, the beach, to be Paris-chic—scratch that, New York-chic—NO! LA cool, to lock in and get really good at climbing, to start free diving, or maybe surfing…
There are so many things I could see myself doing, and they flash before me so fast it makes me dizzy, the centrifugal force of it all keeping my feet stuck firmly to the ground, unable to step into any of them.
We were never meant to be exposed to so many possibilities. Knowing that all of these possibilities even exist, let alone are options you can pursue, is a new phenomenon.
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