At This Age, I Just Don’t Care Too Much Anymore.
There was a time when I would stress over every small thing.
If I plan to cook, I must cook — no excuses. If I missed an ingredient, I’d rush back out, annoyed with myself, determined to “stick to the plan.”
Well… not anymore.
These days, if I reach home and suddenly remember I forgot to buy the chicken, I just steer my car straight into the porch, take a deep breath, and open a food-delivery app. Even though the grocery store is just two minutes away.
And I’ve stopped feeling bad about it.
Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s experience. Remember this burned? Life has taught me something important: sometimes you have to listen to the universe. Things happened for a reason. Maybe it’s saving you from a kitchen disaster. Or maybe it’s reminding you that rest is a valid reason too. Maybe it’s dangerous to go for a drive when you’re angry with yourself.
So is this bad? Is it pure laziness?
I think it’s wisdom wrapped in practicality. It’s knowing that your energy is limited, your time is precious, and your peace of mind matters more than forcing yourself to chase perfection over a piece of chicken.
So that night we had prosperity burgers, bukan selalu dapat beli ni kan π
If ordering food instead of driving two minutes makes me lazy, then it's fine, I accept the title.
But I like to believe it’s something else: choosing ease, choosing comfort, choosing myself, is what I think most important now.
And at this stage of life, that feels just right.
I think it goes the same with my career, ohh well..
