It was not much different to turn that, to be very honest. The novelty of the big ‘4’ is long past, and life continues on its own merry way. But, the year has been hard. Like, really hard. On the other hand, it could have been far worse.
Somewhere in the journey of life, if we pause and think about it a bit, the idea that problems are a part of life for everyone, becomes a real one.
It is fairly common for almost everyone to grow up believing they are special, or that they possess at least some special abilities. This was no different in my case either.
There are the embers of a fire that glows a bit fainter from the last glow. The clouds roll in on a whim outside. The night marches on.
I feel that we have a storm coming and we need to relentlessly work towards as much of a safe land that we can move to.
People, as a rule, don’t like change. I am worse than most people when it comes to that. I like my little routines. I like my people being where they are comfortable. Once I get into a good rhythm, I really dislike something forcing it to change.
It is fairly common for me to get easily overwhelmed by mundane things. Some of it is because I genuinely struggle with things that look trivial for most people, other times it is because I wind up taking too much on my plate.
We are living in times where changes are afoot that will destroy a lot of things we cherish. I am at a stage in life where I cannot be on the frontlines. But, speaking up, while I still can, is the least I can do.
That is how long I have been working for now. And, even now, I can can remember my astonishment that someone would pay me for the work I do, when got paid at my first job. That feeling has still not gone away. In some ways it is good, as it keeps me grounded. In some ways it is bad, as it does limit the canvas I place myself in.