Pursuer of whims, that’s me apparently. Why? Because, growing up I tried everything. Ballet, tap, horseriding, amateur dramatics, painting, piano, dog training. You name it, I did it and then gave it up. I had my own club called Pets Corner (with only two members, one of which was me) and at age 10 I set up a bank (where the borrowing outweighed the saving, clearly I missed my vocation).
My sister was much more selective and stuck at tennis then music, which only served to highlight my fads so I earned the ‘affectionate’ nickname, Whimmy, in our house and it stuck. As the years passed and I came up with another hobby or idea my mum and dad would look at one another and roll their eyes, ‘I wonder how long this will last,’ they would say and probably, ‘How much will it cost us?’
Once I was old enough for it to matter, I started to think that whims were bad and indicative of a nature that is incapable of sticking at anything. Recently, I’ve begun to think differently. I rode horses for ten years, I just gave it up because I found more relevant things to do at weekends, like being hungover. So that wasn’t a whim, that was my choice. There’s nothing wrong with changing your mind.
My parents would say I’m still very whimmy and I’d probably (happily) agree with them. In my adult years, I’ve co-founded a wedding business (www.boutiquebride.co.uk) on the back of my own wedding and attempted to launch several other businesses, all related to the stage of life I was navigating.
I say launch, what I really mean is buy the website domain. Following the birth of Beaver, there was www.mylittleimpressions.co.uk (castings of baby hands and feet) and www.evaandeileen.co.uk (a home crafts business). Don’t try and google them, they’re not there. Case in point.
I’ve tried and abandoned yoga, several times. I’ve almost been to Zumba. And I’ve nearly upholstered a chair (I got as far as buying the kit and stripping the fabric). The list goes on.
The thing is, some people know what they want from life at an early age. They set goals, are focused and they achieve them. If you’re one of them, I salute you. The rest of us might meander along a bit more aimlessly trying our hand at a few things until we discover our passion. Or we might never find it but we’re probably having a lot of fun along the way.
In my opinion, whims can only be good for us. They enable us to experiment and have new experiences. One might even lead to the jackpot. But does it really matter if it doesn’t or if you lose interest and move on to something else? Whims can make you incredibly adaptable so that when life does throw you a curveball, which it inevitably will, you can perhaps take the diversion in the road more readily and resourcefully than someone who has everything mapped out.
My three year old is going to be much the same as me, I imagine. Her pre-school already tell me that whilst other children might enjoy just one of the activities they offer, Beaver has to have a go at all of them. I like that she is showing signs of being well-rounded and I’m going to make sure I encourage and celebrate every one of her whims.
But I might just wait a bit before buying her the whole kit and caboodle each time…