Gosh, yes! Somewhat ironically, mine started after a nervous breakdown. I thought to myself, "I did everything that my family said to do, and although they were proud and happy, I didn't feel happy doing any of it. Perhaps if I did what I want to do instead, I'll be happy". It worked!
I started out small, just going swimming or to the pictures by myself. I did the deeply uncool thing of learning to knit, which was useful for keeping my nervous hands busy.
I retrained doing what I'd wanted to do when I left school. This required me to drive on the motorway (much pooh-poohed by my family as it is "too dangerous"). I got a lot of experience in an industry that my family does not perceive as a "proper" job. Then I moved sufficiently far away from the village that my family has inhabited since the dawn of time (not the done thing; I am expected to move back and I will not). Basically, I just rebelled while doing normal adult things instead of doing as I was told!
This year, I have been on holiday by myself. I had never been on a plane before, and ended up on six to get there and back. I learnt to use a knitting machine. I do not like crowds, but went to my first live music event. I did my power-boat certificate. I've been carriage driving ("not for the likes of us") and do aerial silks (there are lots of raised eyebrows about that). I've been to an eco-village and have no fear of compost loos. I'm going doing some courses of interest later this year, and am considering braving London (I am much more at home in the countryside)... mainly for its museums, theatres and galleries. Sky-diving is on the list, too, in the hope of getting over my fear of heights. I'm considering doing a post-graduate degree, and having a child as a single parent by choice.
Well done for getting out there to the other side of the world, OP! Keep branching out.