The days are long, the years are short

I have a son who is OBSESSED with Rugby Union. I get regular updates on players sent to my phone on the regular, thanks to his obsession. An article came through about a player who was born in 1997.


1997. That's the year he was BORN. I'm just going to let that sink in for a moment.


All I can say is that I definitely wasn't born in 1997. It made me suddenly realise how fast the years have flown by.

In 1997 I was in uni, loving life and wondering if my lecturer was going to turn up again in tie-dyed MC Hammer pants (yep, he wore them with Doc Martens #peaknineties). My cares were few and my ambitions plentiful.


Nek minit, I'm deciding on HIGH SCHOOLS for MY CHILDREN and how big of a washing machine I should buy (answer - the biggest one that would fit in my laundry...).


Instead of ME being asked about what I'm going to do when I'm grown up, I'm asking amazing young men and women the same questions (and listening to stellar answers btw - parents be proud!).


It sounds so random that an article about a sports player should trigger my realisation, yet it did. I suddenly realised that the days at times feel looooong (especially when any kind of cleaning is involved), but the years are truly flying by.


The future is uncertain. For all of us. Watch the news one night and that becomes apparent, FAST. So embrace the moment. Savour it. Enjoy it.


Because you won't get it again.


Tie Dyed Pants #peaknineties

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