My own mortality

Colin is turning 16 weeks tomorrow which is crazy to think. It feels like every week his personality comes out more and more and it’s been fun watching him grow. I’m incredibly fortunate that my work allows me to be home and around him a lot. That wasn’t always the case for me in my previous jobs so I’m counting my blessings.

With a chill weekend that was spent mostly at home with Colin, I had a lot of time to catch up on life. For one reason or another, I also started thinking about my own mortality a lot this weekend. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and I wasn’t worried about anything in particular. I was just hoping that I would have as much time with Colin as I could in this life.

On one hand, I found it a bit weird that I kept thinking about when my time was going to come. However, on the other hand, I think dealing with the fact that I will eventually die and my time here is limited allows me to live my life better.

I turn 35 in a couple of weeks. My Mom was 37 when she passed away. I hope that I have much more time with Colin that my Mom did with me but there are no guarantees in life. Knowing that I want to have as many years with my kid(s) as possible, I need to make sure to do my best to take care of myself.