I was just brushing my teeth and thinking. A couple of days ago, I was changing out of my work polo and into a tee shirt for band practice with the fellas. I grabbed this old Metallica shirt out of the drawer I've literally had since 1992. Wore it and jammed out. Never even thought twice about it.
I was thinking about when me and my family went to Disney World in 1992 and I wore that shirt in the park... the rebellious 14 year old shithead teenager I was. My bangs all hanging in my eyes like I was Kurt Cobain or whatever.
I finished brushing and looked at myself in the mirror. My hairline has receded back well past the curve of my scalp and past my forehead. And my hair is graying. Sort of salt and peppery (though thankfully much more pepper for now). I turn 35 on Sunday. The same day my 5 month old is getting christened and the day after my 2 year old's birthday party.
And my life is more perfect than I could have ever dreamed of.
So fear not, parents who's kids are walking around Disney like a bunch of little motherfuckers. There's hope for them yet.
:)
