Every once in a while, the future likes to come out of nowhere and hit me in the back of the head.

In five years, I'm going to be 30.

Thirty.

I'm sorta old enough now to be someone's mother but I'll totally be old enough then to be someone's mother.

I'm 25. I 'only' have two or three sets of life left.

I'm going to die.

(that thought actually makes me laugh. I still feel immortal. Arrogently immortal. Nothing can kill me. I'm going to live forever)

I spent the day with kids yesterday. I'm old enough to be their mother(!) What the heck? When did this happen?

Seriously. What the hell?

When did I get (kinda) old?

I don't feel old. And I know I'm 'not' old. But still! Jesus.

Every once in a while...