In the wild ride of my mid-twenties, I’m learning a thing or two about myself. Who would’ve thought that amidst the adulting chaos, I’d find myself cozying up to the comforting embrace of routine? It’s a path less traveled, I admit, as I’ve watched people ditch jobs and relationships in search of that elusive thrill. But here’s the thing: I adore the boring.
I’ve grown weary of the rollercoaster rides between sky-high highs and rock-bottom lows. Nah, maybe I’ve had my fill of those. Give me the steady hum of the everyday, the predictable cadence that I can sync my steps to. The kind of days where I wake up and size up the day ahead, and it unfolds just as I anticipated. And let me tell you, that’s a win in my book.
This year, grappling with family crises for the first time, I’ve had my fair share of nerve-wracking moments that left me on edge. The fear of uncertainty became a constant shadow, so much that I started craving the mundane. Because when the dust settles and the adrenaline fades, it’s the predictable rhythm of routine that keeps me calm.
I’m not saying I’ll trade in all adventure for a one-way ticket to Dullsville. Not really! It’s probably about finding the sweet spot, the balance between the exhilarating highs and crushing lows. It’s about savoring the simple joys of a decent everyday – where I can count on a certain level of normalcy, even in a world that’s anything but normal.
So, here’s to embracing the mundane. Because in a world that thrives on thrill and constant upheaval, I’ve found my sanctuary in the unassuming. Give me a life where the heart skips a beat only when I want it to, and the rest of the time? Well, I’ll take the beauty of ordinary any day.
