Skipping to the End

I have figured out that I tend to want to skip to the end of most events in life. I’d say it is my most immature characteristic.

I suppose I could just be a product of the right now generation, who wants life’s rewards without putting in the work. But it not so much the spoils of life that I am after. I just relish in the mundane.

I had a weird daydream today where I thought about how much I will enjoy being in my late 40s and having petty arguments about what pants to wear to dinner with out friends. Mind you, I am not fantasizing about dating or marriage or anything romantic. Its the daily boring tasks that I was pondering.

I think it comes down to my comfort with patterns and the known. There are no more surprises in life at that point. Without the tumultuous daily turn of events, you can really concentrate on what matters- the small details that make you happen.

Maybe thats what I appreciate – the details.