In a few days I will be 50.
How did this happen? I'm pretty sure I was just 30 a few weeks ago.
Okay so maybe not, but it is kind of how it feels.
This morning I was laying in bed, getting to sleep in until the sun was starting to rise, and I remember laying there envisioning what the next 20 (or how ever many years I have left) are going to be like. It was a fleeting picture, much like my mental image of the past. I'm not even sure I could describe it to you.
Perhaps it was more of a feeling than an image.
I'm not ready.