A few years ago, I thought it would be fun to get into camping.
I live in New Zealand! How can I not? I daydreamed about it, picturing how much fun it could be. I read a book about it.
I carefully picked out then bought some highly-recommended gear: a tent, two sleeping bags, two air mattresses, and a light backpack.
We used it once. It’s still in my garage.…
Last year, I thought it would be fun to get a Maschine.
A new way of making music! I daydreamed about it, picturing how much fun it could be. I read about it and watched videos about it.
After a few weeks of this, I felt the time was right. I bought one. I played with it a while for the first day, then got back to my normal life, intending to spend more time with it. But I never did.
Every day I would look at it, thinking I should use it. After half a year, I gave up, and gave it to a friend.…
Last week, I thought it would be fun to get a new bicycle.
I’ve been daydreaming about it, picturing how much fun it could be.
Wait! Hold on. Have I learned nothing?
So I tried picturing the downside, instead.
I pictured myself not using it, like the camping gear, Maschine, and other things I didn’t mention here. I remembered the pain of guilt, regret, and waste. The conflicted feelings of wanting this thing, but not quite enough.
And I decided against it.…
That said, I’m not sure what to conclude.
- The only mistake was buying instead of renting?
- Give up on trying new things, and just amplify my current focus?
- Daydream and learn all about new things, but stop thinking I need to own them? (Awareness is enough for me?)
- Or maybe the mistake was giving up? Building new habits takes time and effort. After that initial challenge, my life could be richer by the expanded activities in my repertoire.
- Something else?