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When Strength Become Weakness—My Struggle with Spontaneity

Strengths pushed to extremes become weaknesses.

I didn’t come up with that idea, but I definitely live it out. I am highly organized. Disciplined. Self-motivated. Give me a list, and I’ll dutifully work through it.

Spontaneous, I am not. Spontaneity doesn’t fit on a list. By definition, it’s unorganized, unplanned. Is it healthy? Yes. Refreshing? Yep. Fun? You bet. Do I practice spontaneity? I take the Fifth.

As I write this, Lisa and I are in Long Beach, California waiting to embark on our latest nomadic journey, a cruise from Los Angeles to Hawaii and Tahiti. We’re thrilled that our dear friends Bill and Chuck will be joining us. They arrived today, and we met near the marina for lunch at Outback Steakhouse to use a gift card someone gave us.

The Long Beach, California marina

Over a shared Bloomin’ Onion (that counts as a vegetable, right?), we discussed what we should do with our free afternoon. None of us had done any planning or research on Long Beach, since it was mostly a staging stop before the cruise. Rather than pull out our phones and search for recommendations, we decided to (gasp!) simply wander and see where we ended up.

We found a boardwalk and strolled along the waterfront. Bill needed sunglasses, so we stopped at a shop and encouraged him try on the most outrageous pairs. I lobbied for the ones that made him look like Elton John, but he wisely opted for the Ray Ban knock-offs. (Ray Buns? Roy Bans?)

Seeing an arcade, Bill suggested we go inside. Lisa and I both hesitated. Part of how we afford cruising is by NOT spending money on shore. That’s why we used the gift card on lunch—we try to be frugal surrounding the luxurious stuff we do to keep our budget balanced. Buying arcade tokens was not in the unwritten plan! 

But this time we rolled with it. Shot mini-basketballs, played Skee-Ball, and battled rampaging dinosaurs in a Jurassic Park game. With our tickets, we bought old-school Tootsie Rolls and Pez.

At a hat shop, we confirmed the fact that I look ridiculous in every hat ever made.

See? I told you

While Lisa made her afternoon call to her mom, Bill and I perused a display of book-cover-themed phone cases. We took turns guessing which one the other would buy for themselves. Bill thought I’d go for Dracula, which tracks, but I opted for The Headless Horseman. Bill is more highbrow than me, so I picked The Great Gatsby for him, but he’d selected Six Novels by Jane Austin.

After watching boats in the marina for a while, we found a chocolate shop where I drooled over salted caramel truffles. When Bill asked if I was going to get some, I was surprised. It sounds odd, but I had never even considered actually buying them, because of our rules. Which is silly. While it’s good to have a budget and spending plans, it is not good to be rigidly controlled by them. I realized that I often create rules in my head that I’m not always fully conscious of. 

Rules that crush life-giving spontaneity.

Swallowing my discomfort, I bought the truffles. They were delicious.

A Long Beach, California lighthouse

Everything we did that afternoon was unplanned. Unorganized. Spontaneous. And wonderful.

As Lisa and I walked back to our hotel, we talked about how much fun we’d had. We lamented how we work hard in our nomadic lives to get to amazing places around the world only to allow our fear of spontaneity and our sometimes-unreasonable rules to stop us from fully experiencing them. We vowed to do better. To be braver. To start now, on this trip. 

To, ironically, practice being spontaneous.

Where are you at on the rigidly-organized-to-effortlessly-spontaneous spectrum? Be honest. Acknowledge the pros and cons of your natural bent. Make small choices every day toward a healthier balance. If you do, you’ll find a richer, more joyful life, and you’ll take another step toward Becoming Yourself. 

Reflections from a Park Bench in Paris

Bonjour from Paris.

I write this while sitting on a park bench, having just finished a ham and cheese baguette with hot chocolate. The Louvre art museum with its hoards of Saturday visitors are in the distance. I wandered the grounds earlier, but I had no desire to fight the crowds for a return trip inside. 

The autumn afternoon is cool and gray, a welcome change from a summer spent baking in the Phoenix sunshine. A young man in a leather jacket sits on a bench to my left, reading a book. Further on, a girl rests her head on her father’s shoulder. Aside from the cawing of crows, the park is quiet, and I’m alone with my thoughts.

Me in the park as I write this post

My wife and I are intentional nomads, having no permanent address, living in different places for varying lengths of time. In the four months since our nomadic journey began, we’ve stayed in hotels, AirBnbs, with my dad, her sister, our daughter, and friends, including several pet sitting gigs. 

Not always knowing where you’re going to lay your head is an odd feeling, but one we’re acclimating to. While we plan in advance, we’re trying not to lock ourselves in too much and lose the spontaneity this lifestyle affords.

Being natural planners, spontaneity is a challenge. As we sat eating our breakfast crepes this morning, Lisa remarked on how our walk to the cafe had been closer to a march than a stroll, more like a mission to be accomplished than a saunter to be savored. 

I’m taking her observation to heart during my afternoon alone in Paris. I’ve been wandering in a general direction, then veering toward whatever catches my eye. So far it’s led me to walk along the Seine River, peruse art and magazines for sale on sidewalk carts, and to this lovely park. I grabbed lunch when I was hungry at a nearby food stand without dithering or checking its Yelp reviews. 

The writing of this post is itself an act of spontaneity. I had no plans to do so, but finding myself in this beautiful, quiet place led me to take out my phone and start typing. Is it helpful? Is it interesting or worthwhile to anyone else? I can’t answer that. All I know is that it felt right. I followed the urge to write, and this is what came out. 

So what’s my point in this missive? I’m not sure I have one. Maybe my example of spontaneity encourages you to be more spontaneous. Maybe my wife and I making the leap to live our nomadic dream gives you motivation to make a leap yourself. Maybe my reflections in a Parisian park inspire you to take time for your quiet pondering (you never know what may bubble up).

Whomever you are, whatever obstacles you face, wherever you’re at on your journey, be a little spontaneous. Take a leap toward living a dream. Do some quiet reflecting. If you do, you’ll find new color and a fresh breeze enter your life as you take another step toward Becoming Yourself. 

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