As we age, we become more confident in life.
Of all the things that deteriorate in our later years — the ability to stay up late at night, to drink several beers and avoid a hangover, to play a game of football without pulling a hamstring, among others — confidence is something that usually goes in the opposite direction.
The reason for that is simple. The more you do, the more confident you become. As we age, we do more. That’s it. Experience is the recipe to life.
That being said, we still experience our ups and downs. Even with age, we experience new challenges, and must start from from the bottom of the ladder to figure out how to overcome them.
Those challenges can be anything, obviously, but among those challenges is obtaining a new job. There are very few things in life more stressful than starting a new job, and knowing that it’s really going to take you months to get into the groove of things. Nobody likes being a liability, but, naturally, we all are exactly that when we start a new job.
On the flip side, there’s no more satisfying feeling than the day you wake up and say, “Holy shit, I got this. I’m going to be fine. Everything’s cool.”
And that can apply to all aspects of life, and not just a new job. It’s just a great feeling when you know that you are in control, and that everything is going to be okay going forward.
I recently had such a feeling. I received a promotion last October, and by virtue of said promotion — received a heck of a lot more responsibility. It was nerve wracking. It was stressful. I spent weeks doubting myself over whether I made the right decision. In other words, my confidence level was low.
But lately, over the last few weeks, it occurred to me that I think I finally got the handle of things. I like what I’m doing. I enjoy it, and that’s great.
So when that feeling of confidence consumed me, I originally thought it was because of growth, because of maturity and because of my abilities. But then a short while later, another thought occurred to me — it has absolutely nothing to do with those things. It’s just that the weather is getting really nice.
Everyone take a step back and think for a second. Since, say, the end of March, have you suddenly found yourself having an extra zest for life? Is there an increased pep to your step? Are you a little bit happier than you were a few months ago?
This is what we like to call seasonal affective disorder. For the most part, everybody’s life is probably exactly the same as it was in January or February. Not much has really changed. Except the weather. You’re doing the exact same things you were doing then, but instead of doing it on 35-degree, blustery and snowy days, you’re doing it in gorgeous 70-degree weather. In other words, if this was a science project, then your life would be the control, and the weather would be the variable.
People tend to be much happier when they are able to wear a t-shirt and shorts, and sit outside and bask in the sun. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. Everyone’s able to do the things that they enjoy doing under sunny skies. You could go to the beach, you could go for a brisk afternoon roadside jog, you could do happy hour with friends outdoors at 5 p.m. and you could stare at girls lying in bikinis outside your window. It’s awesome.
Especially those first few days of warmth — like today. When you step outside for the first day all year where the weather is above 70-degrees, you can finally take a deep breath, soak it in and say, “Now it’s summertime.” Instantly, all your summer plans you made over the winter seem a lot closer than they did the day before.
Last week, when it was 45-degrees out, that late-July trip you have planned felt like it was “Still three months away…”
Now, in 70-degree weather, that late-July trip you have planned is “Only three months away!!!”
And I’m certainly not saying that any of our lives our bad. Shit, just the fact that we are alive is a wonderful thing that we should never take granted. But what I am saying is that warm weather just gives us a little reminder about all those things in life that we should be happy about.
Unfortunately, in six months from now, the mid-October chill will once again be upon is, and we’ll start hating everything again and begin halfheartedly telling people how excited we are for Halloween. (Newsflash: nobody should ever be excited for Halloween.)
But that’s six months away, and there’s no need to think about that. For now, we simply get to enjoy the beautiful weather, and pretend that our lives are much, much better than they really are.
Cheers to that.