Independence and freedom are tough things.
Over the past few weeks, I've chatted with people born in the Soviet Union who chatted with longing and nostalgia about how "life was easier then."
Fewer decisions, less responsibility. Fewer choices, less anxiety.
In evolving from a dependent child to an independent man (?) to an interdependent spouse/father (or at least on the way), I've had to adjust how I manage my time.
I still have a long way to go.
Just because no one is going to make me go to bed at a certain time, doesn't mean I shouldn't.
Just because I can take whatever I want from the fridge, doesn't mean I should.
It's an interesting psychology. I still have a trace of thrill in doing certain things "because I can."
Difficult to explain. Maybe still a bit juvenile? :-)
But the challenge is to stop it.
I may stay up to 2am watching Casino Royale, but I also have to get up at 6 or 7 w/Paco and Tonka.
That model doesn't work long-term.
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