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Chatting with a friend just now made me think: I am older than I expected to get.
When I was a teen looking forward to the millennium change in 1999 I was disappointed that I'd be an old lady, barely able to enjoy it. The millennium change was 17 years ago. I enjoyed it JUST FINE. Ahem.
What would my teen self think of me now?
She wouldn't approve of my short hair or my body, but she'd like my studio and work.
She'd want to be friends with my kids.
She would think today's Charlie is a nice old guy, and the Charlie I fell in love with in 1980 was romantic.
She'd like my dogs.
She'd think it's weird that I eat vegetables for breakfast.
She'd think it's cool but not groovy that I became friends with my siblings,
that I have so many good friends in my life today,
and that I'm this happy.
All of this makes me plan what I'll be like in 2046.
I'd better not disappoint me.
Have you entertained your 17 year old self lately?
Or your 87 year old self?
