It's a new month. So weird to think that we're in August already. It's been such an odd year and kind of surprising how quickly wearing a mask out in public and sanitizing my hands constantly has become routine. In January we had no idea what was coming. As you can probably tell if you've been reading this blog, I'm not exactly a 5 and 10 year plan kind of girl. I tend to live a bit moment to moment and it's worked well for me so far in life, but when it comes to career planning maybe not the best option.
I'm back at the phase when I'm thinking about how one decision changes the course of your life. I know it sounds a bit melodramatic but which job you decide to do does take you down a trajectory that will put you in contact with different people and varying opportunities. Jobs have different growth potentials and different salaries which allow you to perhaps visit family more often or help more people. I'm told I overthink things and I know I do but I've always been fascinated by this sort of thing. How one small decision can change everything.
I got sucked into the Facebook void today because I saw a post from a friend about a trip I went on in 1994 and it brought back so many memories. Memories of travelling with a group of friends from my high school to Moldova and Russia. It was an epic trip where we did some work, sang a lot (even in a cathedral where we got told off), rode on an overnight train from Moscow to St Petersburg, Red Square, the Russian Circus and bizarrely Lenin's body, and just experienced a whole ton of adventure and out of comfort zone learning. I loved it. A trip of a life-time, that I went on because I made one small decision to sign-up.
It's weird how much you forget about an experience though. Someone from the group sent us links to two videos from the trip. I was watching them and a lot of the memories came back but not all of them. There were people in the videos who I recognised but couldn't get to their names (yikes, sorry whoever you are!) and places that I just didn't remember at all. It's so strange how we are made up of memories but they're not even all accurate and half of them are missing.
It made me wonder what I'll remember about the year 2020, 25 years from now. Will trying to find a new job even feature in my memories of this year. Will Facebook still exist and will these random blog posts show up on my feed? Will the Karen-meme craze still exist? Will we still be masked and Corona inflicted? Will I even still be here? If I'm still around, I hope I am still connecting with friends (in real life and virtually) and still making adventure-full memories and loving the one small decisions that have changed the course of my life.
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