Golden Girls and Serenity

I went out last night to dinner with friends then to Golden Girls trivia night at a local bar. I had fun but looking around at the crowd I'm glad I'm not in that bar scene anymore.

I had two Old Fashioneds at dinner and a beer during the trivia game. It was just enough. I don’t like waking up fighting a hang over anymore. I’m too old for that. There was a time I’d have thought the world was coming to an end if I wasn’t out on "the scene." Now that idea is almost revolting. Being at home, snug in my sweats with good food, my dog Rufus, maybe some friends dropping by, waking up the next day well-rested and clear-headed, secure in where and who I am.

That’s the stuff right there.

The Age of Contentment

Last night I had a quiet evening at home. I had a 10mg Sour Strawberry Sativa gummie and two Old Fashioneds. My Frenchie Rufus was lying next to me on the sofa, and I watched several episodes of 30 Rock and listened to some jazz. It was the perfect evening. I didn't need to pile anything else on in the mentality of "more will make it more fun." No going out to a bar, hunting online for sex, or being around loud people. It was just me in my space doing my thing. 

Describing last night to a friend I told him I've reached the "Age of Contentment" where my "enough" if truly enough. It feels good to be aware enough to recognize being in that space, and knowing enough to know to appreciate it.