A few weeks ago was my 28th birthday. For the most part, I’ve never really been keen on celebrating my birthday. I’ve never had much interest in throwing a huge party for myself and I certainly didn’t have an interest in planning one.
To me, birthdays were more about appreciation and reflection of the previous year — That was always my favorite part; seeing how far I’ve come with age.
With every age, whenever I look back on past years, the one pattern I’ve been noticing is that I’m becoming slightly less passionate about the things I was once on-fire for in previous years and a little more jaded about life in general.
I know that’s not exactly the most motivating or positive insight, especially coming from a “Top Advice Author” on Medium, but it’s true. It’s also a little concerning because I’ve always advocated (in writing) for the need to preserve childlike enthusiasm.
Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t completely stopped personally believing that. I’ve just been a little slower with catching onto the initial feeling of excitement that I used to have.
As a point of reference, this past weekend was Santacon, a New York City tradition where people dress up in Christmas-themed clothing and belligerently migrate from bar to bar throughout the city “for fun”.
I know this may seem a little irrelevant because I’ve never actually participated in such nonsense activities, but this year, I did vocally express my annoyance and slight abhorrence towards said activities.
The point being to this reference is the fact that I used to get really excited for certain events (ones that fell more in-line with what I liked to do for fun — Playing music, singing, exploring New York City, going out with friends in general.
Now, I’m finding myself being a little less enthusiastic about things and I can’t tell if that just comes with age.
I hate to believe that we just “get tired of things” after a while, but it’s sort of already happening in my own experience. I’m finding myself to be a little more resistant and having much less eagerness than I used to. Even with writing and running, two things that have been major passions and constants in my life, it’s becoming a little more difficult for me to find that same motivation that I had before.
I suppose I could attribute this to overall fatigue from the stresses from the work week, but I know that’s just an excuse.
My question then is, how do you prevent it?
I’m not married, but I do know (based on what my married friends and family tell me) that there are times when it can kind of seem a little routine — and I guess that can be said about life in general.
We all have our routines, our daily habits, our schedules. For some of us, myself included, we need that comforting feeling of consistency. We need that sense of order and knowing. However, when life gets to a point of being too automated, too predictable, too routine, then it can almost feel just as bad as when things are spiraling out of control.
We need a balance.
We need the freedom to get away from our routine, get away from our schedule, go off the grid, go off the beaten path. At the same time, we need the comfort of planing, being prepared, and have some sort of schedule.
Of course, not everyone handles life the same way. Some of us lean a little more one way or the other and that’s completely fine. We’re all different and we all have the power to choose how we lead our days. We just have to roll with the consequences.
So, maybe I’m not becoming jaded because of age. Maybe I’m just being less avid about spicing things up in my life.
I guess that means some change is in order.