Feeling For The Point Of No Return

Points of no return are interesting to me.

In relationships I am always feeling out for that point to decide if I should go or stay.  And maybe that isn’t healthy.  But at the beginning that point of no return could be something very easy as an annoying habit they exhibit.  It means the death of the interaction due to the fact that you’ve barely known them for a few dates and your point of no return has been breached.  Later on it becomes the question of different lifestyles because now you are a bit more committed to even ponder this meshing of personalities.  It was irrelevant until it became unavoidable.  The point of no return to me means the point when you should definitely leave.

And the more you know someone, the further it fades into the distance.  It becomes your far reaching horizon, blurred by the haze of the sunset.

The same thing applies to a hobby becoming a passion.  The point of no return does not exist.  Because you would do anything to make your passion happen and quitting is not an option.

Feeling for these points of no return makes me decide when to quit.  But it also can leave room for premature decisions based on the feeling of a moment.

The less of a grasp I have on my points of no return – the more reassured I am of its permanence.  Whether it’s a passion, a person, or a position.

 

Do you also feel for points of no return?

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So for the past month I feel a little more panicked than usual.

I moved to a desert town by myself in April.

Contrary to popular belief I did not move to the desert to cook (meth).

It is to start an autodismantling business in the middle of nowhere (which usually doesn’t matter all too much because most of my sales are international/out of state).  The feeling of going from a 9-5 stable job every single day to tackling a business venture with no safety net didn’t feel like a sudden jolt out of what I was used to.  It felt like a breath of fresh air I have been dying to breathe for the longest while.

I grew the business to a decent size in the span of 5 months by hiring necessary workers, developing relationships with shop owners/scrap metal recyclers/catalytic converter recyclers/battery-buying people/tire buying people/rim buying people/business mentors, replaced all my hats with good people, outsourced some, negotiated like crazy for everything I had to gather or purchase…

I even got a boyfriend.

Now it is the fifth month and I feel panicked. (more…)

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