I closely relate to this, but with one caveat. Does anyone else suffer guilt for abandoning the diminishing returns aspect of an S-curve? I feel like I suffer under an attitude of “I could of been more, if only I had persevered”. Like many people here (maybe we somehow all have similar personalities?), I advance further than most, but then jump ship. According to my wife, I dive pretty deep into things. However, I never feel like I am truly that deep, as I know how much deeper the rabbit hole goes and I can see others who venture further. I reach a certain point towards the top of the S-curve, where I’ve attained expert-level competency, but not mastery. Or, I have obtained mastery, but not grand-mastery. There’s always further, and it always takes the total sum of all past effort to advance a modicum further. So I bail."The learning challenge in ERE was not so much that the problems (how to build a table, how to grow lettuce, how to bake bread, how to change oil, how to convert a bike, …) were hard but that there were so many of them. That made/makes ERE exciting. But sooner or later one runs out of problems and must either find more problems or try to perfect what one already has. I’m not the kind of guy to, e.g. pick an instrument and spend 10 years getting really good at it. I’ll play it for 2 years to get “good enough” and then look for something else.”
— Jacob (in some random comment under a random blog post)
I usually hop to another ambition when I see the slowing out at the top. Writing this down, I can see how (objectively) it is totally BS to do this to myself, but I feel constant guilt and regret over unrealized potential. I could of made grand master; I could of made fellow; I could of been a challenger; I could of been called doctor/master/teacher; I could of gone pro/collegiate/whatever. It’s like every time I take up another interest, I’m taking up another burden and source of regret. Even if it’s not for a concrete goal, I always wish I had made more of my investment.
Needless to say, this takes quite its toll on me. I avoid picking up new interests, even spending time with friends if it’s focused around yet another activity that I’ll have to explore and then drop. How screwed up is this? Does anyone else feel this, or am I abnormal in this (/yet another?) regard?
Perhaps it’s poison from a specialist-oriented society…