The past month or so has been pretty hectic and eventful. I'm a quarter-century old now, though I'm not a particular fan of growing old/celebrating birthdays in general. However, I am a fan of growing wiser and learning more, so I suppose there is an upside to it.
For the latter half of May, my one-bedroom apartment also housed three of my best friends who came from out of town for a convention (LOL spinning tops). Having them around, though, has given me a fair bit of perspective. I appreciate them and what they mean to me all that much more because really, that was the first time I really had at least one person over, for an extended period of time, that actually meant something substantial to me (as sad as that is to admit). Now that they're gone, I miss them dearly, and I haven't been quite myself.
Work has been unusually stressful as two of my coworkers have gone on study leave and I was left in charge to finish what they began. It's a lot of hard work and long hours, but at the same time I'm glad that my managers feel they can rely on me to do what it is I do. Sure, I'm stressed out of my mind, and have been losing sleep, but at the same time, I am making my future all that much better.
What is the sense of reward unless you suffer along the way to get there? From education to child birth - from fitness to relationships, the journey is filled with bumps and scars, but it makes the destination all that much more satisfying.
So really, while I may not want to grow old, I want to continually grow up. And I see that I'm still not quite fully there yet. There's so much left that's ahead of me, and I want to experience it all. I am anxious not just to taste the fruits of my labour, but to be able to look back at the end of it all and appreciate the toil it took to get to the harvest.