I did some experiments lately.
I took a camera class. That led me to realize I don't really care to figure out how my camera works. I should work with it as is or buy a camera from another decade.
I took an improv class. I pretended to flirt with someone at a pretend post office. Afterwards, it occurred to me that I already knew I was willing to do anything in front of a group, no matter how stupid it made me look.
I went to pilates. I'm sick of yoga. Pilates made me feel like my muscles were glued to my skeleton again, rather than engaged in an ongoing internal civil war.
Conclusion: Experimentation is good.
