But I am beginning to suspect that the wisest people among us are the ones who have stopped trying to be interesting. They are content to be boring. They have traded the dopamine hit of "busy" for the deep, cellular peace of "present."
I have done terrible things by accident. I have done mediocre things on purpose. I have loved people poorly. I have held grudges like they were winning lottery tickets, refusing to cash them in because the fantasy of revenge was sweeter than the reality of release. Mature NL - 5130
The most mature thing I did this week wasn't handling a crisis. It was turning off the podcast in the car. It was sitting at a red light without checking my phone. It was watching the rain move down the window glass for forty-five seconds, thinking about nothing at all. But I am beginning to suspect that the
For so long, I confused performance with competence. I thought being an adult meant being consistent, predictable, and solid. I thought it meant not changing your mind. I thought it meant swallowing your fear so deeply that it turned into indigestion. I have done mediocre things on purpose