Back on the horse
Originally published at PeterCHayward.com/blog. You can comment here or there.
I’m aware that a disproportionate percentage of this blog is just about me blogging and my daily routine. But on the rare occasion that I want to sit down and blog, that’s just what I want to talk about - I haven’t really promoted this anywhere, so right now, I’m writing just for me.
It’s Wednesday of the mythical “next week” that never comes, and I’m finally back in some kind of routine. I’ve accomplished plenty over the last few days, but this is the first day that I’ve managed to wake up at 8/blog/write a 6MS/get started on the day’s work by 10.
It was my birthday 6 days ago - instead of having a party, I decided to organise a big comedy gala. It went off without a hitch, and is actually one of my projects that I’m most proud of. I’m going to turn it into an annual event, so mark it in your diaries - November 8th, 2013: Chocolate-Coated Evening will be back.
I was so busy organising everything that I didn’t really think about the fact that I was 25 until a few days later.
When I was 15, I put together a “time capsule”; a bunch of stuff that I thought my 25-year old self would be interested in. It’s been a long and crazy 10 years, and earlier this year when I went to prepare the time capsule, I couldn’t find it.
Rather than weep and sob, I accepted that I should have kept a closer eye on it between the 10+ times I’ve moved houses/3 times I’ve moved states. It’s a pity, but I won’t lose any sleep over it.
Opening that capsule has been so closely linked with “turning 25″ in my brain for 10 years, that without it, I don’t really feel like I’ve had that birthday. It wasn’t until I was talking to SJ and the phrase “in 3 years” came up that I freaked out a little - in three years, I’ll be 28. That made it much more real.
I’m doing okay with it all - honestly, I’m too busy to think too hard about it. If it hits me, it’ll hit me, but until then I’ll keep plodding along with my various projects.
Apparently 29 is the one to freak out over. We’ll see how I feel when I get there.