…and other continued revelations from my quarter life crisis
This is a continuation of a previous post so read this one and then come back. I’ll wait.
I think as you get older you start to accept the things that make you happy. It doesn’t sound like a hard thing to do but it also involves letting go of that imaginary person you think you are. Figuring out what makes you happy is a process of trial and error, you need to try things to find out if you like them. Sometimes you see an image or a stranger and you think, “Yeah, I want to be like that person and then I’ll be happy”. I thought that whenever I saw joggers but when I actually started training for a marathon I hit a point where I realized I was just hating it. So I had to let that idea go of eventually becoming one of those people who gets up every morning at 5am and runs while the sun is rising all peaceful and whatnot. Instead, I’m the kind of person who sleeps in until the absolute last minute and then frantically scrambles to work composing themselves just outside the office doors (nothing peaceful about it).
So here are the things I have accepted make me happy regardless how other people feel about them:
1. Dancing in clubs to really horrible pop music
2. Peanut butter
4. Aerial silks