My transition from being impatient and wanting to instantaneously reach goals to not really giving a shit about anything but process was gradual. I think? I don’t really know. Only memories of how I thought remain as suggestions of the person I used to be.

Nowadays I just run — or work, or live — and whatever comes will arrive. Waiting for the changes is a waste of energy and, through anticipation, a source of stress. Why bother.

That’s why I love that he is so low-key. He doesn’t get very excited and not much truly bothers him. When he does feel stress, he bakes it out in the kitchen and it’s gone.

Maybe he’ll skip that restless part of life I experienced. But he’ll be good, even if he doesn’t. That much I’m sure of.