I had a sort of mental health day today. It went like skipping class so I could attend to the ten much more pressing things I had to do that were continually put off in favor of problem sets that had actual DEADLINES. Oh, priorities. I wanted to clear my to-do list but realized that the really pressing things weren't even on the whiteboard because I haven't had time to put them down. Well, it's done now!
Anyway, a relaxing morning and bike-free afternoon is putting me in a thoughtful mood. I am watching people around me make the transition to adulthood in a way that feels so alien and light years away, yet the fact that people my age are having these profound milestones with careers and families means that at some point, it is waiting for me too. Maybe that is what being an adult is - being continuously thrown off equilibrium as the people in your life disperse more and more with respect to where they are in their lives. (I am totally picturing a spreading plume when I write the word disperse.) Anyway, while I can delay growing up by living in a grad dorm and avoiding children and gainful employment, I thought that I would be older when I KNEW other people who were "adults."
But let's step back and take a look at that word for a minute. There are so many times this year when I had the sinking realization that this is it,
I am more or less on my own,
I have been doing the feeding myself and cleaning up after myself, making good life decisions (debatable), and not being a total shit show for a few years now. I've had laundry, bills, chores, to-do lists, safe and dangerous situations to choose between, vitamins to take and sunscreen to apply. Yet despite that fact, I am still a complete and utter SHIT SHOW.
But guess what?! So is everyone else. That's right, everyone who is doing this in-your-20's thing doesn't have a single clue. And I'm starting to understand that it doesn't really get better in your 30's either. No, there is no milestone in life when suddenly, you wake up on top of your shit.
When I was in grade school (ok, and college), being 20 sounded so OLD. There were things I put off thinking about because I knew I would have to think about them "in my 20's." Wearing business professional clothes. Worrying about wrinkles. Not painting your nails different colors. But none of that happened!
Let me reiterate.
Nobody around us has a single clue.
YOU NEVER REALLY FIGURE IT OUT. Well, maybe your whole life will flash before you until you die, but until then, I am never going to wake up one morning with a career, family, and picket fence lined up and with the knowledge that this is the life I have been working towards.
No, like Rilke said, you spend your whole way living the questions, hoping that someday, you will live your way into the answers.
This book will change your life even if you don't let it.
(Side note: I stumbled upon it in a small shop in New Hope, PA, on a sunny day when I planned neither to buy a prom dress or be introduced to a whole new world of poetry, introspection, and revelation. Every time I read this book, I learn something new about life and myself.)
Except you never get the answers in real time! But every once in a while, you look back and realize that YOU HAD THE ANSWERS ALL ALONG, just not in a way that you could have processed or understood at that time.
I remember struggling with a really tough life decision a couple of years ago, calling my mom, and her saying "I think you already have all the information that you need to make this decision. You just need to think about it."
This freaks me out because we are so profoundly underestimating our potential. Whatever answers you need, whatever you are struggling to extract from life, you already possess. It's kind of like.. you can see something coming, but only in retrospect. When you look back, all those silly things that weren't signs and didn't mean anything are suddenly signs to whatever event followed. So I wonder if they really exist, or if our brain constructs them after the fact? Kind of like a dream that your brain paints right before you wake up to illustrate a noise that you hear when waking up.
*~*~*~*~*
I need to stop right now and conserve whatever brain power remains to find out why my dimensionless time data is not matching the scale of the Fischer function.
In summary:
-All adults are shit shows
-You never figure anything out.
-But that's only because you already know everything (you just can't use it at the time.)
Good night!!!
Anyway, a relaxing morning and bike-free afternoon is putting me in a thoughtful mood. I am watching people around me make the transition to adulthood in a way that feels so alien and light years away, yet the fact that people my age are having these profound milestones with careers and families means that at some point, it is waiting for me too. Maybe that is what being an adult is - being continuously thrown off equilibrium as the people in your life disperse more and more with respect to where they are in their lives. (I am totally picturing a spreading plume when I write the word disperse.) Anyway, while I can delay growing up by living in a grad dorm and avoiding children and gainful employment, I thought that I would be older when I KNEW other people who were "adults."
But let's step back and take a look at that word for a minute. There are so many times this year when I had the sinking realization that this is it,
I am more or less on my own,
I have been doing the feeding myself and cleaning up after myself, making good life decisions (debatable), and not being a total shit show for a few years now. I've had laundry, bills, chores, to-do lists, safe and dangerous situations to choose between, vitamins to take and sunscreen to apply. Yet despite that fact, I am still a complete and utter SHIT SHOW.
But guess what?! So is everyone else. That's right, everyone who is doing this in-your-20's thing doesn't have a single clue. And I'm starting to understand that it doesn't really get better in your 30's either. No, there is no milestone in life when suddenly, you wake up on top of your shit.
When I was in grade school (ok, and college), being 20 sounded so OLD. There were things I put off thinking about because I knew I would have to think about them "in my 20's." Wearing business professional clothes. Worrying about wrinkles. Not painting your nails different colors. But none of that happened!
Let me reiterate.
Nobody around us has a single clue.
YOU NEVER REALLY FIGURE IT OUT. Well, maybe your whole life will flash before you until you die, but until then, I am never going to wake up one morning with a career, family, and picket fence lined up and with the knowledge that this is the life I have been working towards.
No, like Rilke said, you spend your whole way living the questions, hoping that someday, you will live your way into the answers.
This book will change your life even if you don't let it.
(Side note: I stumbled upon it in a small shop in New Hope, PA, on a sunny day when I planned neither to buy a prom dress or be introduced to a whole new world of poetry, introspection, and revelation. Every time I read this book, I learn something new about life and myself.)
Except you never get the answers in real time! But every once in a while, you look back and realize that YOU HAD THE ANSWERS ALL ALONG, just not in a way that you could have processed or understood at that time.
I remember struggling with a really tough life decision a couple of years ago, calling my mom, and her saying "I think you already have all the information that you need to make this decision. You just need to think about it."
This freaks me out because we are so profoundly underestimating our potential. Whatever answers you need, whatever you are struggling to extract from life, you already possess. It's kind of like.. you can see something coming, but only in retrospect. When you look back, all those silly things that weren't signs and didn't mean anything are suddenly signs to whatever event followed. So I wonder if they really exist, or if our brain constructs them after the fact? Kind of like a dream that your brain paints right before you wake up to illustrate a noise that you hear when waking up.
*~*~*~*~*
I need to stop right now and conserve whatever brain power remains to find out why my dimensionless time data is not matching the scale of the Fischer function.
In summary:
-All adults are shit shows
-You never figure anything out.
-But that's only because you already know everything (you just can't use it at the time.)
Good night!!!
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