Sometimes I am caught in between being a painfully systematic and organised planner and an impulse-driven, instinct trusting free spirit. On the surface it is no question that I am the former; always working better in an environment where I have control over the situation and constantly knowing what's happening and what's going on. Yet, when it comes to core issues that are less seen and known by casual acquaintances, I refuse to succumb to planning and calculated moves. For that takes away from the spontaneity and the "naturalness" (for lack of a better description) of things. And that's so important! Especially in a society where having a plan and executing things according to said plan is valued above anarchic style of doing things. Which is all good...for work.
I was having a conversation with someone a while back, and told him that should my mom had chosen a different path in life, she might have been a wanbdering hippie. And he said, "maybe you too, like mother like daughter". not to take it literally that hippie equates to the stereotypical 60s peace-loving, pot-smoking vegan with bell bottoms. But maybe I do have it in me if I was in a different situation: to be a free spirit who goes where the wind takes me (in my caravan?). What a hilarious sight it would be.
That, supposedly, would make me disoriented and nervous, as that equates to placing me in environments that are constantly out of my control. But I can't help but wonder, if ever such an opportunity presents itself, would I have the guts to take it?
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