So my dad is 50 tomorrow. 50. Can you believe that?
I guess I'm not the only person who gets caught up thinking about the future. Time is passing so very, very quickly. It's like water seeping through cupped hands. We all try desperately to cling on, in some way or other. At the FMAA function yesterday, I realised I don't want to grow up. I don't want to have to put a suit on every single day and make small talk with big men. I don't want to face the responsibility that comes with earning a paycheck and supporting a family. I just want to stay in this moment, forever.
Or do I?
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