A couple of weeks before the holidays, a friend and I were chatting about how the Christmas season failed to incite any sort of excitement in us. "Christmas is just for kids now," he said. I said perhaps it has also become a chore: buy gifts, attend family reunions, show up in all sorts of parties, go to dawn mass. We weren't kids anymore, and we didn't cherish the thought that growing old also meant not having the "Christmas spirit" we used to have. Oh well.
I was more excited for the new year--2014 is the year I turn 30, not bad really, but looking at what I have accomplished (or not) the past few years of my life, it doesn't look impressive at all. It's like I keep starting from scratch, trying out new things, looking for something. My place in the world. I thought I found it five or seven years ago, but I must have been mistaken then.
No matter. There's still plenty of time. I'll just go marching on.
I was more excited for the new year--2014 is the year I turn 30, not bad really, but looking at what I have accomplished (or not) the past few years of my life, it doesn't look impressive at all. It's like I keep starting from scratch, trying out new things, looking for something. My place in the world. I thought I found it five or seven years ago, but I must have been mistaken then.
No matter. There's still plenty of time. I'll just go marching on.