I know my life isn't over, but it feels like it. Tomorrow is Obi's 3 week anniversary, and I haven't had any free-time in that long plus hospital labor time.
Visiting restaurants, exploring cities, last minute decisions to leave the house were simple affairs three weeks ago. Now, I go through a series of checklists to take a trip to the bathroom.
We have several interns at the church I pastor in, and today I told them, "live your life." Because I no longer can live the way I did in my 20s. I'm 30 now. Obsessing to learn a new instrument, impulsively gathering a group to run a marathon with no training, and other adventures I did without a second thought are now so much harder. With great passion, I asked them to live their dreams now before they end up like me.
Don't get me wrong. My biggest dreams are still ahead of me. The only difference is now I have to be so much more intentional with every second and every minute of my day. In my 20s, I didn't know what I'd be doing in a couple of minutes. So, if you have a life without kids, I'll give you the same advice--live your life.