A little bit older
I turned 25 this week. I wrote about it a little, and now I am tempted to write about writing about it.
It was hard to write about turning 25 this year because, well, I did not have particularly much to say: I am older and in slightly better shape and besides that, it’s been more or less steady. (Albeit a very fast-progressing steadiness.)
This time last year, there was lots of chaos, lots of newness: living with my partner for the first time, working from home for a new job for the first time, consistently going to bed before midnight for the first time.
Now, things seem more pleasantly static.
I still worry a little about going too slow through life — who doesn’t? I still worry about doing the wrong things — who doesn’t?
But those worries are quieter now than ever before. There are more important things to be worried about.
Three things I really liked this week
- The poetry of Ada Limón.
- The beautiful color work of Doublenaut.
- The Rattlesnake, a simple and smooth rye cocktail.
Happy Sunday
I hope you’re having a nice Labor Day weekend; and, if you have to work tomorrow, I hope it’s nice and cool.