Quarter Life Contentment

Listening to:
Do As Infinity
Tangerine Dream
track: "Wings"

My 25th came and went without much to note. I was actually sitting with a student today and had forgotten that it was my birthday, a certain sign that I’m starting to get old. After work was through, I went grocery shopping, had some good sushi, spent some time with my new favorite person in the world, and stayed up past my bedtime to watch Gaki. A few years ago I might have considered turning 25 something monumental, but I think the reality is that once you hit your mid-twenties, every birthday just represents another reason why you have to settle down and be more responsible. Maybe this could be construed as me being immature, but I don’t even want to imagine what it’s like being in your thirties. At 25, I think that I’m probably as satisfied with my life as I’ve ever been up to this point. I’ve realized that it’s in my nature to be at least a little uncomfortable with my life no matter what, but if you can find contentment in your world’s little things, there’s no reason why your happiness has to be determined by size of your check or the make of the car in your garage. That being said, I certainly wish that both my check and my ride were a little bigger, but I’m also quite content and mostly at ease with my day-to-day existence. So…cheers to that. =)