Part of The Thing
I don’t think it’s any secret that I’ve changed quite a bit since this blog started. More than anything, I’ve calmed down. I’ve learned to pause and take a breath before I spit out a scorching hot take. I’ve learned that everything doesn’t have to happen tomorrow. And if something happens today, my analysis isn’t always necessary. It wasn’t easy, and I’d be deluding myself if I said I was done, but for the moment, I’m happy with who I am.
Sometimes I think back to all the old blogs I wrote and I can’t help but laugh. Not chuckle, but actually burst out laughing. It’s so funny to think about how seriously I took myself, how my college-age emotions felt like the end all. And I certainly hope to be laughing at this blog in a few years. Life would be disappointing if we didn’t change. I used to constantly obsess about my career path, about making sure I was hitting the right benchmarks each year, about making sure I had the next 50 years of my life planned out. And I extolled these traits as virtues! Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about ﬂowers. Flowers are perfect, but they do things on their own time. They’re planted, they form buds, they bloom, and then they die. They don’t make strategic plans about how to bloom faster. They don’t lose sleep trying to triple their number of petals. They just exist as themselves, and we all appreciate them. That’s how I want to live my life.
Honestly, I don’t know who I am, but I know where I am. I know that I live on the same planet as Bob Dylan, Tiger Woods, Jonah Goldberg, Damien Chazelle, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Robert Hunter. I know that I live in a world where the sun rises every morning, and every day ends with a beautiful sunset. I could have very easily not existed, but for some lucky reason, I do exist. I may not know what Los Angeles job I’ll be working in six months, but who cares? I get to be part of The Thing, part of this awesome world that contains everyone I love and more beauty than I’ll ever get to see. And for today, that’s enough.
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