If Nothing Changed, Could I Be Happy? pt. 1
On Restarting and Progress
I use “restart” to describe this phase of my life, and I mean it in a direct way.
I moved to DC from Boston, where I moved to support a then-girlfriend in law school. Before that, an entrepreneurial project imploded, and I was unemployed for a year. Before that, I was paying out of pocket for grad school.
I’m now in DC having the first sense of basic adult competency. I moved here alone, styled my place with my books and food. I’m into candles now (like, ??) I became a full-time employee for the first time in my life in this city, which itself has been a level of security I never imagined.
Directly, I am restarting things in a lot of ways: my relationships, my career and finances, and what the next vision I want for my life. I find this energizing, stressful, and wonderful all at once.
But, keeping with the times, I feel stuck. I wonder how strong my passion for the simple things in life really is: most of what I like to do can be found in a library. But, is this all there will be? Life has only gotten more expensive and uncertain, and I don’t see the room to grow my own life. This line of thinning brought me to the next, serious question for myself, and I leave it here for you:
If nothing changed in my life (if these things stayed the same), could I still call myself happy?
More soon,
Trevor