The Evolution of Me, In Decades
At ten, I waited in line to ride Space Mountain. I wore a Minnie Mouse hip pack with enough money in it for lunch and dinner, and possibly a souvenir. I was exhausted at the end of the day and went to sleep.
At twenty, I waited in line for tickets to see Trent Reznor. My wallet was in my pocket so I didn’t have to worry about losing my bag, with enough money in it for beer and other frivolities. I was exhilarated at the end of the night and went on a road trip.
At thirty, I wait in lines for preschool open enrollment days. I have no idea what is in my bag, besides crumbs and a debit card. The Boy’s itching keeps me up most nights and there is rarely a chance to nap during the day. I drink coffee. And beer. Sometimes together.
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I like this–where will the natural progression lead you at 40? Waiting in lines where?
This is pretty cool. You should make it into a meme and tag, you know?
Happiest of birthdays to you, sounds like your day was great.
(And I so feel you on the excema thing. Those nights were complete hell.)
My 30’s so far have been the best decade because I finally know myself and it’s not that bad!