So it’s funny. It’s hard to move on. I mean it’s hard to transition from one phase to the next. We still have a dozen or more “watched” trailers on eBay and the app keeps pinging us that they’re about expire. We secretly keep refreshing the Craig’s list screens we set up earlier to search for canned hams. We say to each other, “oh look, that orange one is going for so-much, I think we got a good deal.”
Is hard to break old habits. The obsession of searching for a vintage travel trailer is only a few weeks old but the intensity with which we did it make it an “old” habit. My wife even said, “that’s good we don’t have to look anymore.” I agreed. But that was the conscious mind at work. Somewhere deeper, the thrill of the hunt was still there. The lottery ticket-like potential of finding a bargain. Something you could brag about, the rare find everyone else missed. That mystery still lived.
Why is that? Are we not committed, not really ready to buy? No. I’m tired of looking. I’m done. I’m grateful to have found just what we want and be settled. Is it a resonant signal in our brains that’s still triggering, a shadow of previous intensity? Maybe. I’m not a neuroscientist. But I think that humans are settled in their ways. Routinized. Habit-bound. It takes conscious, real mental energy to move on. To recognize one phase as ended and another beginning. The faster we can do that in life the better off we’ll be. Because its reality out there and we might as well face it. But in the distant past, things changed slowly. So could we, and that’s how we were wired to be. But that wiring is now outdated and only our conscience mind can hope to move at the modern pace.