Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

a younger perspective

The warm weather gave me enough of an incentive to stay awake late into the afternoon. Even though all I did was laundry, it was still nice to sit outside the laundromat and read for part of the day. Sometimes I just need that quiet time where I can free myself from everything. Besides I didn't have any plans for the night so sleeping late was not a problem. I like these days where I don't feel rushed, yet I still manage to get something done.

At work my twenty-one year old coworker has a way of putting my life in contrast to his whether he intends it or not. What I mean is that he does the same job that I do and yet he probably knows more than I do. Part of me wonders why this is so and then I step back for a moment and go over the details one more time until it starts to make a little more sense. Basically he still lives at home and is going to school for what we do on a daily basis neither of which applies to me. I live on my own and went to school for something completely different. I'm not sure if this makes me feel any better about the situation, but it is the reality of it.

His enthusiasm for what we do at work truly amazes me at times. I mean I like my job, but it certainly doesn't fascinate me as much as it does him. Then again I don't have as much exposure to it as he does with school. For me it is just a way to make money with a few insights here and there. Maybe my feelings will change with time, but for now I am content and want to focus my energies elsewhere.

I wouldn't say that I am envious of his drive. I still have drive. I just don't express it as openly as he seems to do. One might even say that he is hyperactive which is something that I don't often hear said about me. I like to think that he is much more of a product of our always on the go society while I like to take things a little more slowly. A clear example of this distinction would be that I like to read, while he hasn't read a book in years. Maybe I am wrong, but it doesn't matter as long as I am happy.

On Sunday I'll get to see another young perspective that means much more to me. Hope is coming home for the weekend and I'd like to see what is new with her since she stopped sending email.

 
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