As new responsibilities aim to run me into the ground at work, Sunday night musings fill my mind as I sit on the terrace and watch another beautiful UWS sunset.
Nance and I were talking earlier this week, after I had to work late almost every night. One of her mantras is that everything in life happens for a reason. However I think my mantra is, life happens and everything is a lesson to learn from.
Thinking it over, we are dealt the cards and it is up to us how we play those cards. Whether for job, men, friends, misfortune – every experience can accompany a lesson that adds to the nuances that color a life.
For instance, I know that my current job is not what I want to devote my life to, but working so much solidifies that you really need to pursue what you love. Obviously this is not new information, but as I decide the next steps for my career, following a route to satisfy my parents’ vision of my future career is out of the question. It’s slightly scary to think that I’m at the point in my life where work is consuming most of my mental energy but I suppose it’s all apart of growing up. I guess the end goal should be working constantly on something you love, so that in the endless repetition of NYC working life, you can go to bed both exhausted AND fulfilled.
For everything else it’s the same. Silly boys who made you cry taught you lessons that shape your future. Even if you lost time with bitches who never were worth a minute, take a moment and it’s not hard to find how certain outlooks are changed for the better in retrospect. It’s not as much about things happening for a reason, as it is being rational and moving on from the past with you head held high.
It’s interesting. As I no longer have any time to write blog posts or text friends endlessly at work, I actually find myself being more introspective in my free time. Working so much is giving me perspective on what I want next; perfect for a year I’ve tried to make about attaining clarity.