And I'm not complaining. It's just that I thought everything would be harder. (I'm not even sure what I meant by "it" there; being a grown-up?) With the constant acceleration, like getting a bike going fast enough, life just seems easier and easier. I do work my ass off, but I also have so much more than I need. I'm starting to crave simplicity.

I feel like I can't do any wrong, but that means less satisfaction when things go right. I really wonder if this is it. Like, things will just keep going my way forever. Here's hoping, because I'd happily trade some of the satisfaction which derives from the successes for the contentedness which comes from not worrying so much.

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