I became a “morning person”. Or let me rephrase that, I honestly stopped believing in the idea of morning or evening people. Whatever schedule you hold you body to, it tends to be okay with it as long as you’re consistent. And bonus points if it generally aligns with normal daytime. I still tend to drift a bit later during long holidays, but I can live with earlier mornings and tend to have my alarm in the same time no matter the day if the week. Unless I had a party or something.

Also, I also became very nostalgic. The music I listened to when I was a teen remains my favourite, and I’ve become very sceptical of newer trends. Back in “my day” everything was better lol.

And lastly, I finally get why my parents have barely any hobbies and instead just sit around or meet up with people. When I was young I always wondered why adults didn’t seem to care about learning new things. How their knowledge of subjects like math, biology, geography ,and physics had degraded after highschool. You come home after work and are tired. You need the weekend to recharge. I’ve already started working less (36 hours per week) and also have 36 days off in a year, which is extremely luxurious, yet I still managed to work myself into a burn-out. Unlike my parents’ generation, I feel like we grew up with an expectation to be more than your work. People my age (me definitely included) seem to care so much about the hobbies. Your side projects, programming, photography, art, music, sports, etc. It defines who I am, yet I have way to little time and energy for it next to being a cog in the machine.