Rolling forward, or falling forward?
So, things over the past few weeks things have felt in what I’ve been internally referring to as a freefall. I get to one day, and have the mentality of “Ok, tonight I just need to do this that and other thing, and then the next day I’ll be to relax” but then the evening of the next day hits, and time I do relax feels so… small. What’s really terrifying is that for the first time in the 2 years I’ve been at Cox, work is starting to feel like, well, work.
To better elaborate on the freefall bit, it’ll be Friday, and I’ll think “Ok, I have company over tonight, then church Sunday morning so Saturday is an early night, then Monday and Tuesday night I have to practice music for Tim, and then get up early Wednesday, and then all Wednesday afternoon and night I can relax.” So, I’m mentally pacing myself for several days in advance, but then once I get through my mini-gauntlet, the reprieve isn’t really feeling like one.
What’s been more disturbing for me is the fact that I keep coming back to the thought of that I’m 25, and technically a third of the way through my run on life, assuming I croak around 75. So, trying to math it up, am I a third of where I wanted to be, once all is said and done? I feel like I should have more money saved towards my arcade, and all the little petty spending that happens makes me horribly irresponsible, but then again, occasional albums on iTunes and so forth don’t seem like I’m blowing money recklessly.
I keep telling myself that I’m just getting older and trying to feel more responsible, but since when did that mean beating myself up over everything, in the hopes of just suddenly becoming a full adult? I often joke with friends that “I hope life never catches up with me”, in that one day I’ll look down, and suddenly see myself wearing a dress shirt and tie, look around and see I’m in a cube farm and working daytime hours. I’m currently up all night, having fun at work, and general living life like a college student or a gamer living with their parents, but instead I have my own home and possible career. What have I done wrong, if anything?
Musings about my life aside, things are “good”. Job is good, friends are good, no drama or anything to deal with… So why am I freaking out even more about my current place in