I’m starting to understand the premise of adulthood now: recognizing the patterns in all the mundane-ness.
I know I’m getting accustomed to adulthood because I can feel my capacity to be surprised dwindling with every year of life. Oh, someone cut me off in traffic? No big deal, whatever, I’d probably do the same thing rushing back home. Oh, someone else got assigned this very important task at work? That’s alright, I don’t have to be a superstar all the time.
It’s a non-issue — I can almost feel myself shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, with an air of that’s life.
It’s about getting used to all the anticlimaxes that occur in life, like when you realize you are no longer someone’s most important person, where, once upon a time, you may have been. It’s okay — life happens. People move on. And more importantly, I’ve moved on.
These bittersweet realizations no longer hurt as much, and that’s because I know that in the big picture, I’m picking the right battles to fight. I’m less reluctant to let go; I have lost the death grips so common to the youthful.
This ever-growing stoicism (/wisdom/calmness/unflappability/help me find the right word here?) feels like a good thing.