Entrenched

​Something I have been thinking about lately is how ready I am to pursue stuff. It seems to me I am happy to go after things that are not necessarily right for me and perhaps not even good for me.

Yet it seems to me I am happy to embrace a slow death. I never go into it thinking that is what I am after, or even perhaps considering the real outcome. It can be like deciding which way I would like to go then shutting my eyes and heading in that direction. It is often when I am part way down the road that I perhaps think “woops. I can see where this is going.”

Yet in those circumstances that is perhaps a desirable outcome for me. I reckon it would be worse to get where I am going and maybe find that was not where I really wanted to be after all. Or sometimes I get there and think “well this is different to what I imagined.”

They reckon the difference between a rut and a grave is a rut is a grave with the ends kicked out. Science shows us that pathways need to be formed, and the deeper the pathways the more entrenched a process may be in my life, but I do not want for me to be so entrenched in one thing that I miss out on other good things.

Some entrenchment not being good for me is a no brainer, but I question even entrenchment in a good thing, if I stop at it and go no further. I personally feel there is heaps for me to do and enjoy, but even if a thing is ok, it is not necessarily a must for me to do.

I remember hearing about a guy that was committed to an organization for a number of years. The outer limit was extended by a couple of years (covid came along) but he was (rightly to me) determined to pursue something different.

To me it is great to be able to say “been there, done that” as long as it becomes a thing of the past and it was somewhere I have been and done that was right for me. I think it is a sad thing to not only arrive at an undesirable destination, but to arrive somewhere on the way and not move on. To stop growing as a person. To settle before reaching a destination.

I come across good spots in my life. I think, “I am happy. I am content.” Yet I honestly want to guard against acting like I have arrived when the place I have arrived at is still well short of my destination.