...a decade and a half makes...
On the drive into work, it dawned on me that I'd already been up for over three hours. It was 8:15AM.
In college, I used to complain mightily whenever I had a class that started at 8:30AM, thinking that it was far too early to be starting the day.
Now, by the time I would just be rolling into class when I was in college, I've already:
*Worked out for an hour
*Showered &shaved
*Woken, dressed, and fed two sleepy kids
*Gotten one kid off on the school bus and the other dropped off at pre-K.
*Driven to work to start a 9+ hour day...
I sure wish I could meet my 21-year old self, slap him upside the head a couple dozen times, and tell him to stop bitchin', as he has NO idea what he's in for...
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"I sure wish I could meet my 21-year old self, slap him upside the head a couple dozen times, and tell him to stop bitchin', as he has NO idea what he's in for..."
I had a Drill Instructor do all that for me. He changed my perspective permenantly.
The difference between a kid and an adult.
I sure wish I could meet my 21-year old self, slap him upside the head a couple dozen times, and tell him to stop bitchin', as he has NO idea what he's in for...
As they say in some parts:
Fuggin' A, ain't dat da troot!
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