Today, I've fallen into a rather idyllic rhythm. A peaceful one, with sunshine spilling into my room, the birds chirping, and the people in my life generally happy.
In the community, however, this weekend was a busy one. Being mid-April, spring is in full swing in most places here in the continental US. There was the National Cherry Blossom Festival, Springfest and concert, the beginning of Coachella on the west coast, the season 8 premiere of Game of Thrones, release of Star Wars episode 9 trailer, building anticipation for Avengers: Endgame, hyperactivity among my friends in preparation for the end of the academic year and graduation, and so much more.
I realized how immune I've grown to traditional forms of excitement. I still enjoy good company, but as I grow older, I've learned to indulge in the luxury of setting my own rhythm in my life. But maybe this was a natural inclination for me because I've never been the "fomo" sort of person who's felt any particular need to do something on a whim in response to any sort of existential dread of "missing out."
Maybe I just value different priorities. Maybe it's just a way to rationalize laziness. Either way, I'm pretty content with the peaceful rhythm that makes up some of my days.