I don’t often think of the future, because I’m too busy living in the present. I suppose that’s not always a bad thing, but I will say the only time the future hits me between the eyes is when I’m having a conversation with my daughter and my Muffin. Then, when we’re done talking, I have these wild thoughts about getting a life insurance quote so I have something to leave them when I die.

Do you remember when you were in grade school and you thought about what it would be like to be old…like, about thirty? I remember thinking about the year 2000 and how old I would be, and how absolutely wild and crazy that seemed to me. I feel the same way now, thinking about 70 or even 80. I can’t imagine being that old, but in the back of my mind I remember I felt the same way about being 30, 40, and 50.

The years fly by and it happens before you know it, and then you wonder where all the years went and what you have now to show for it. Unless I win the lottery, my kids and my Muffin will be left with my stubborness, my sense of humor, and hopefully a lot of love. There are some people who are left with a lot less.

Am I the only one who still feels nineteen in her head? No matter what the mirror shows me, my mind’s eye has a totally different vision going on. It’s quite rude, I think, for the mirror to disagree so vehemently. What’s up with that?

I remember wondering at several points in my life just exactly what the next decade will hold for me, and if I should actually be seriously considering life insurance quotes. It’s getting to that point, as I figure if I’m extremely lucky I may have conceivably 20-30 years left on this planet.

That may seem like a lot, right? Until you look back and realize just how fast those first 20-30 went and how much has happened since then. Jeez, just take a look at the past 16 months…wow. It seems both a lot longer and a lot shorter, you know? So, what’s next?

Part of the “fun” *insert level of sarcasm here, depending on local ordinances, personal tolerance, and advice from your chiropractor* is not knowing, right? Except some people don’t really like suspense. I know I don’t. Suspense just makes me crazy, makes me nervous, makes me worry…I don’t watch suspense movies anymore for that very reason. If I’m dragged to one or forced to watch something in that genre, I usually put my hands over my eyes and peek through my fingers. I often walk into the other room during competitive-type stuff when it gets really intense and I can’t take the NOT KNOWING WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! Will they win or lose? Who will get there first? WHY DO I CARE?

And yet, I love the Winter Olympics. Go figure.

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Wasn’t that some tangent? Bet you never expected to end up there. Heh.

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Well, anyway. What’s in the future? At my age, I have no more idea than the nineteen year-old did way back when. Some things never change.