“Being an adult is just saying “But after this week things will slow down a bit again” to yourself until you die.” – Kristen Anderson-Lopez
I keep telling myself that NEXT week I will slow down. I”ve been saying this since April though so I think it’s time to accept my fate. There is no more slowing down. Full speed ahead.
Friday I drove home to the finger lakes to see my family. I’ve been so busy that it’s been a while and my nieces are growing up so fast, they seem to double in size every time I see them. We ate chili and homemade bread on the deck in the dark fall night and the girls sat against me and stared mindlessly into phones like zombies but it was better than nothing.
Saturday morning I got up early and drove 3 hours in an apocalyptic rain-pour to State College, PA in order to spend some time with friends I haven’t seen since the pandemic started. It was our 10 year college reunion this year and we hiked in the rain through some ruins and through mountain bike trails and ate a picnic lunch while sitting in the trunks of their SUVs. I missed them as soon as we left. It was worth every minute of driving.
Back home I had a housewarming party to attend and the night had turned cold, the first real feel of fall and winter to come.
Sunday I worked at the rock climbing gym and spent the day giving tests and daydreaming about climbing once my shift was over. Friday felt like it was weeks ago and I wondered if my life was fulfilling, or just full.
Either way I’ll take a weekend that feels like it lasts forever over a workday that does.
