People with a “dabbler’s‘ mindset will dip their toes in the water but have no intention of jumping in and swimming to the other end.
Writing the post titled Getting There, I was in the frame of mind of a dabbler. A very guarded dabbler. Someone who can see the other end yet needs time to think about getting there.
I’d dipped my toes in some years ago and am struggling to remember how the water was and dipping my toes in again means SO much more this time around that I’m having to think about the swimming part because I feel like I’ve only got one chance at getting the next journey in my life right.
I’ve ALWAYS looked at things this way and I really should learn to wind in my foresight. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing or a right or wrong thing to do, I’m learning though and I just hope that I’m not saying the same as the chauffeur driver in the film called Joe Versus The Volcano was when he said, “It’s taken me all of this time to get here, and now I’m too damn old.”
I’ve felt like Joe from the film with his big black raincloud hanging over his head for far too long.
That’s the medication for you. Yeah, I needed it and it helped, however, now that I’m going Solo things are looking very different and I’m learning a shed load about life, and myself.
Getting back to dabbling…always be mindful about what you dabble in. Some things that you might dabble in have dire consequences and you won’t even be aware of it at the time.
Advice has been given!
I need to jump into something. And the way I work, I need that something to be the right thing. Hey, I’m getting there! Slowly but surely I’m getting there.
Neera Mahajan wrote the blog that I’ve taken mine from and in it, she said that “she couldn’t get through the entrance exam because she didn’t approach it with the mindset of a person who is going to succeed. Instead, she approached it with the “dabbler’s” mindset.”
I’ve not been able to believe in myself for a long time and now I know that that has been down to the fact that I’ve been drugged up. Not by illicit drugs but the kind that helps with psychiatric illnesses. The kind that is prescribed by doctors, like anti-depressants.
Oh, I hope I’m right! I hope that this isn’t ‘the clearing before the storm’ and that depression doesn’t come back to bite me. That quote was taken from someone I talked to in a phone conversation last night.
Do you remember me talking about journies and that I tend to look miles ahead? Well, those miles seem a lot closer together now and that’s the whole point about feeling guarded. Hesitant might have been a better word.
This big blue book has been with me since 2013. It’s my journal and it means a lot to me. I leafed through a pile of similar books sat on a shelf, and that one with its title made me stop leafing.
It’s an heirloom now, a bit like this website. A catalogue of errors would be the banter phrase, but no. An insight into me is more of an exact way of looking at it and the gold tinsel that comes out of the bottom of the book is holding together cards that people wrote way back in 2012 where all of the participants of the meetings that were the beginning of the association where I’m applying for a job wrote as a remembrance to each other and for that time, I’m pleased I kept them.
“Dabbler’s” mindset. I was all over it.
I used to never looked far ahead into the future and take into consideration the process of getting somewhere and now I am and the application form that I’m completing is for a job with the same association that the cards with the gold tinsel falling out of the bottom of the blue book in the image are linked too. Maybe I’ll see someone I knew!?
I still don’t know what it is that I’ll do. Life can turn on a sixpence and nothing is certain but I can feel it in my bones that somehow and someway I’ll finish this application to this job and get another shot at dipping my toes into that water that eluded me all those years ago.
“Bring It On”
Like a Sixpence, it turns, and though time we all learns,
How short that it is while making haste and it burns?