If I can handle something for six months straight, chances are I'll keep doing it for a long time. But for most things, I burn out before I even hit that mark.
You see, I'm the victim of a "six month curse."
No matter how invested I may be, no matter how hard I try, if I don't truly care about something, I'll write it off within a few months. This has become a pattern in my life, and it puts a ticking time bomb on many things: hobbies, jobs, and even relationships.
I'm not sure why the "sweet spot" is six months, and I'm not sure why it happens at all. When I told my dad about my sneaking suspicion of my "six month curse," he quickly quipped, "you've always been that way."
It's like I have a fear of committing to certain things. Or I'm always on the edge of my seat, seeking something better, something even greater. I also have a tendency to get really riled up and excited about something, and I tend to move quickly in the early days of any new endeavor. But if I lose interest or passion, you can bet I'll do it within six months.
Maybe I'm a serial quitter. Maybe I'm just a rambunctious spirit that won't be tied down. I'm not even sure if this curse is a curse at all. Because I'm always moving on and trying new things, I feel I've learned so much more than I would have if I'd stayed put. But in the long run, is my tendency to wander going to hurt me?
I'm kind of nervous to find out. But I know I'll find out soon enough.