33
Everything is at a constant change, it's beyond our controls. You get fired, your love breaks up with you, a hole in your favourite jeans... and in the same regards you might quit your job, end a relationship, or maybe find and fall in love with a new pair of jeans, the possibilities are endless...
Today I feel that, a little different, like as though it might not appear so externally, everything is changing on a much grander scale.
Tomorrow morning I leave for a few days in New York, not so much with my last trip, but every prior time I've been to New York City I've came back a little different. It feels a little odd saying one place can change parts of you a few times, but for me, New York is partially a changing window.
If that's not enough, though I'm not losing my job, ironically while I'm gone our office is relocating. They're moving the same distance from me, just a new direction. Along with all this, I'm turning 33, which semi feels like a staple in some ways. Nothing ever goes to plan, my life is nothing that the child dreamer envisioned it, work, relationship, place in the world, I honestly couldn't have guessed any of it, yet at the same time I (mostly) have no regrets (mostly)... though I still have dreams.
I should be excited about tomorrow, and I am but I feel my excitement more so clouded with worries about Monday, though I'm sure in eight hours that will somehow vanquish for a few days.
Today I feel that, a little different, like as though it might not appear so externally, everything is changing on a much grander scale.
Tomorrow morning I leave for a few days in New York, not so much with my last trip, but every prior time I've been to New York City I've came back a little different. It feels a little odd saying one place can change parts of you a few times, but for me, New York is partially a changing window.
If that's not enough, though I'm not losing my job, ironically while I'm gone our office is relocating. They're moving the same distance from me, just a new direction. Along with all this, I'm turning 33, which semi feels like a staple in some ways. Nothing ever goes to plan, my life is nothing that the child dreamer envisioned it, work, relationship, place in the world, I honestly couldn't have guessed any of it, yet at the same time I (mostly) have no regrets (mostly)... though I still have dreams.
I should be excited about tomorrow, and I am but I feel my excitement more so clouded with worries about Monday, though I'm sure in eight hours that will somehow vanquish for a few days.