Life

Last night at dinner, I asked my mom how she felt about turning 50, and she said that she was sad because in 15 years she'll be 65 and that's old. It made me think a lot about the concept of time, more specifically, the time of 15 years. I looked at her and said "I've only been alive four years longer than 15 years." 15 years is the better part of my entire life. But to her, 15 years seems so short and before she knows it she'll be at retirement age.

In 15 years, I'll be 34. Most likely I'll be married, I'll have kids, and I'll be pretty confident in my career. Obviously that's my plan, maybe the Good Lord has a different plan for my life, but you get what I'm saying. And as a 19 year old KID, thinking about dropping my kids off at school, paying my mortgage, and going to my professional job everyday seems lightyears away. Time is just so hard to wrap my mind around. It's also weird to think about how my parents have been a part of my entire life, but I haven't even been in their life for half of it.

Anyways, now that my brain is totally lost in the concept of time, I'm switching it over to that "Open When...It's Your 50th Birthday" letter that I gave my mom years ago. Here it is :)

Also, very proud moment watching my mom set this up all cute and aesthetic like 🙌🏼👏🏼