The Bliss of Mudanity.
Compared to the drama that's characterized each of my quarterly entries thus far, Winter 2015 is marked by a lack of any distinguishing features. However, as the title suggests, this wasn't an entirely unwelcome fact. I led a very stable, comfortable life over its course; I'd be willing to pay the price of it being unremarkable for such a life any day. It sounds kind of boring, but honestly it felt great to be so balanced. By only taking 13 credits, I had more time to ensure that the quality of the work I did for class was even better than before. I had more time to devote to working out and being healthy. I had more time to work outside of the class too. I felt at peace because even though I had so many things to juggle in my life, I had the time to remain organized and carry out all my duties in a systematic manner. That sense of control that I had discovered over the summer continued to propel me forward, and given how great I felt with the direction my life was headed, I'm going to make a point of trying to keep my life going so. I'm not saying that I want life to be a monotonous affair. Far from it. I want to experience all that I can and get the most out of life. I'm still very much possessed by those romantic notions of life and what it can mean in the grand scheme of things. I don't think recognizing the bliss that mundanity provides lessens that. In fact, I think only a true romantic could come to cherish mundanity. When I think of mundanity, it feels like I've reached this mystical state of enlightenment where I just float around on a little cloud. Yeah, Winter 2015 might lack any of the dramatic events of previous quarters, but the mellowness is totally fine by me. I've come to cherish all the little things, the little moments of peace with my family and in my life.
And Christmas cookies. Their sugary goodness I cherish above all else.