I love Leap Day. It’s my me holiday. I also love other holidays for their family-oriented celebrations, but this is a special day in which I have no obligation to anyone. I spent the day completely alone, doing things I like to do, and it was perfect.
–It has come to my attention this year that Leap Day is traditionally a day in which gender roles are swapped, and women can ask men on dates. Now, I’m generally a traditional lady who would generally prefer traditional gender roles, but I like the idea that every four years, life can get shaken up a bit. And I would have had fun asking someone out, had there been any eligible bachelors within a reasonable radius, but alas. Maybe in 2020.–
Leap Day would hardly have made a blip on my radar if it had passed while I was traveling, but I’m glad my life is routine enough at the moment to make unusual days worth something.
Right now I’m living the life I was longing for while I was backpacking (although maybe a tad too reclusive). I hardly interact with anyone other than the four core people in my life–my parents, sister, and best friend–and I spend most of my time consciously cultivating skills and habits I want to have as my life goes on. I have plenty of time to read, and loads of time to introspect. It’s not the most exciting period in my life, and I think people are a bit disappointed when they ask what adventures I have going on, but if they want adventures, they can go have their own. I’m starting to visualize a future with routine and roots, and I’m visualizing it without a trace of dread. I think this is growing up, and I think I like it.
My adventures aren’t over yet, but it’s good to know that I don’t fear this will be the best part of my life. So here’s to routine, and here’s to disruptions to routine.
Happy Leap Day!