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Being alive is overwhelming sometimes. So many thoughts, so many things to do, so many people to learn about and love.
It really leaves no time for sleep. Maybe knowing when to sleep and when not to sleep is a secret to success for some. As one of my supervisors (who also is the parent of two kids younger than 5) would say, you can sleep when you're dead.
No doubt about it -- life is super short. Just like a 3.1 mile race is super short. You might as well go all out, because what have you got to lose?
Maintaining one's health is important, certainly, but what I want to say is that living a full life should be a higher priority than living a comfortable life.
I have a co-worker who is going to turn 25 soon. She is dreading this as a frightening milestone. This feeling is based somewhat on the fact that when she was a kid, she thought 25 was SO OLD. Who cares what you thought when you were young, though? Why should you judge yourself now by your standards from another decade? There are reasons your current outlook is different than your outlook and beliefs of 15 years ago. I think if you want to be happy, you almost have to live in the moment.
She did get me to thinking about getting "old" though. What do I dread, I wondered. Well, there is no particular age I dread. I am afraid of the physical (and mental) degradation associated with aging. But I think as long as I know how to have fun, (for me, that means something along the lines of finding simple happiness in everyday living) I won't feel depressingly old.
I'll be married in less than three months, and I am starting to get really excited to think about that. The timing seems just right for me.
I'm finally starting to feel at peace in Wausau, too. Not so comfortable that I want to stay there forever ... but at peace in that I'm not fighting it anymore. And the reason I can stop fighting it is that I've finally realized how good my supervisors are. I am so fortunate and grateful to have bosses who truly seem to have my best interests in mind. Although a couple of my co-workers irritate me from time to time, on the whole, I work with a great group of people. And I'm suddenly starting to feel we all make a good team.
A couple of times during the past week, I noticed an Oregon license plate in the work parking lot. It made me think of how I used to want to move to Oregon. I settled for Wisconsin instead, and I don't regret that choice. I don't really think I want to get much farther from family than Wisconsin (at least not on a long-term basis). My family and friends are so good to me, and being able to spend time with them will always be essential.
It really leaves no time for sleep. Maybe knowing when to sleep and when not to sleep is a secret to success for some. As one of my supervisors (who also is the parent of two kids younger than 5) would say, you can sleep when you're dead.
No doubt about it -- life is super short. Just like a 3.1 mile race is super short. You might as well go all out, because what have you got to lose?
Maintaining one's health is important, certainly, but what I want to say is that living a full life should be a higher priority than living a comfortable life.
I have a co-worker who is going to turn 25 soon. She is dreading this as a frightening milestone. This feeling is based somewhat on the fact that when she was a kid, she thought 25 was SO OLD. Who cares what you thought when you were young, though? Why should you judge yourself now by your standards from another decade? There are reasons your current outlook is different than your outlook and beliefs of 15 years ago. I think if you want to be happy, you almost have to live in the moment.
She did get me to thinking about getting "old" though. What do I dread, I wondered. Well, there is no particular age I dread. I am afraid of the physical (and mental) degradation associated with aging. But I think as long as I know how to have fun, (for me, that means something along the lines of finding simple happiness in everyday living) I won't feel depressingly old.
I'll be married in less than three months, and I am starting to get really excited to think about that. The timing seems just right for me.
I'm finally starting to feel at peace in Wausau, too. Not so comfortable that I want to stay there forever ... but at peace in that I'm not fighting it anymore. And the reason I can stop fighting it is that I've finally realized how good my supervisors are. I am so fortunate and grateful to have bosses who truly seem to have my best interests in mind. Although a couple of my co-workers irritate me from time to time, on the whole, I work with a great group of people. And I'm suddenly starting to feel we all make a good team.
A couple of times during the past week, I noticed an Oregon license plate in the work parking lot. It made me think of how I used to want to move to Oregon. I settled for Wisconsin instead, and I don't regret that choice. I don't really think I want to get much farther from family than Wisconsin (at least not on a long-term basis). My family and friends are so good to me, and being able to spend time with them will always be essential.