My daughter is turning 5 in a few weeks. I realized I only have 3 more of these until she’s (likely) moving out. 4x5=20, and she’ll likely be living her own life by 20. Most of the time you spend with your kids is spent by the time they’re 16. I moved away from my hometown. I see my immediate relatives twice a year now, once at Christmas and once in the summer. Most of my family is getting old. I probably have 125 or…
Even the luckiest ones among us get to do a tiny fraction of personally meaningful activities.
As I am piggybacking my youngest one up the stairs, I am enjoying the trek as much as she does. I have this illusion of immortality, surely nothing bad could happen to us this very moment.
Surely that is my elephant/lizard part of the brain. My rider part keeps telling me I could be doing other more egoistical hedonistic activities instead.