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Reflecting on things that I& #39;ve changed my mind on drastically in my 20s:
Used to be terrified of em. Plus, a huge, messy inconvenience.
Now, they are true companions. Fun. Playful. A reminder of youth.
Used to feel it was myopic to prioritize it, reflective of a true lack of purpose and/or creativity.
Now, it& #39;s actually kinda nice to have. Still dumb to prioritize it, but great to consistently have enough to not worry about it.
Used to want something worth telling my friends about. Novel, sexy, charming, surprising.
Now, I want something so special that I want to keep it all to myself. The best parts will never be shared. Consistent. So intimate it& #39;s boring. Foundational.
Used to feel they were a key to creative output. A thrill to enjoy with friends.
Now, they feel like a distraction. An escape from the subtle pain of day-to-day life. An indication of something missing (usually a relationship with self).
Used to want the world to be as I willed it, for people to care what I had to say.
Now, I want power over my will—for me to care what I have to say, to even know what that is.
Used to want everybody to know who I was, to love the idea of me. Would jump in on conversations I had a flippant POV on to gain relevance.
Now, I care more to be known deeply by a few. Would rather talk about things I care enough to persistently follow up on.
Used to think having lots to do meant being important. Didn& #39;t know what to do with myself if I wasn& #39;t being "productive" in some capacity.
Now, I aim to have an impact with things I& #39;m uniquely well suited to do. And I like being done. To get to the rest of my life.
Used to learn things so I could be better at things I was working on, so I could be bigger, smarter.
Now I learn things because it feels good to break out of a specialty, because curiosity is exhilarating, so I can feel smaller, dumber.
