And so we find ourselves in the second half of the year. I find myself in my fourth decade, I am now 30.
Turning 30 was significant. I know that age is just a number, it's a state of mind, etc. and etc. But milestones remain milestones; at the very least, they're a moment for reflecting.
Work is tremendously busy. Although even though I find myself at work late, late, late, I wonder what I have been doing there. Do you ever look back at ten or so hours and wonder, "What exactly have I been doing? I don't see anything on the page." Or the computer screen, as the case may be. I have some deadlines coming up later this week, and I just don't care. Don't get me wrong -- I went in this weekend, have been going through the motions, but . . . something is definitely lacking.
When I moved into my apartment, I told a friend, "All I want to do now is order Time, The Economist, The New Yorker, New York Magazine, and read books under a cozy lamp by my couch." And my friend reacted as follows: "All you should want to do now, as a home-owner of a two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan is go out on the town and try to get laid."
Something to consider as I trot off to bed.
3 comments:
"...something is definitely lacking", you write. Might I suggest you take your friend's advice and go get laid?! That will take care of the navel gazing.
I don't know if that is really the aspiration of just 30 year old home owners in manhattan. I'm pretty sure it is the aspiration of all for all time.
but if I don't navel gaze, then who am I?
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