Yesterday, I hit the half century mark.
50 seems like such a scary number to me.
I think it actually hit the immature side of my brain yesterday that I am NOT going to live forever. The rational side has always known the truth but the side I like better is having a huge problem with this.
I now know how fast time really flies, what I did thirty years ago seems like yesterday. I think I'm scared going forward is going to go faster.
I keep thinking what if I only have 15 years left, 20? Will I have enough time to do a few things I want to do?
I'm so afraid I am running out of tomorrows.