I just realized–belatedly, I’m sure–that one of the reasons I’m having a complete nervous breakdown/midlife crisis is my sense that switching careers is an entirely global switch. In other words, if I follow this deviant path I’m on, trailing me off into an entirely new direction, everything from my past path is lost. So of course that’s insanely anxiety-provoking. It’s scary to give up everything. But also, it’s probably impossible. And/or there’s no reason to do so. At least not dramatically. I can make a much slower move, gently exploring a new career direction without letting go of everything I know from the old. Specifically, I guess, hanging on to the friends and the memories. If I become a counselor, it doesn’t mean I can never go camping again. This, despite the fact that I haven’t gone camping in years.