Today is the first day of the former last year of my life. Okay, that doesn't make any sense by itself, but let me elaborate.
For the longest time I would tell people that I didn't expect to live to see thirty. I don't know if I believed it or not, I don't know why I particularly felt that way (no doubt my foray into eschatology informed that decision), but as I've gotten older I've moved away from that mindset.
So today is my 29th birthday. I have a job that I'm interested in turning into a career. I have a wife. There's talk of children. We have a house. So this is sort of a symbolic transition for me into a more future-centric living model. A year from today, I will have been wrong. And I'm pretty much okay with that.
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I try to picture you with children, and all I can see are tiny little bodies in diapers with giant bearded Kurt-heads on them. It is terrifying image, and now it won't go away.
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