Today I got my ass kicked. Teary. Scared. Like a swift punch to the gut.

I am only going to see my dad 13 more times and talk to him 156 more times.

If my dad lives as long as his mom did.
If we continue to have one visit a year.
If we talk once a month.

Fuck that. This is so not ok with me. And the thought of it being a shorter timeline. NO. This has awakened me to so much more that I have been waiting around to do and be.

Who are the precious people in your life?
What are the experiences you are putting off?

What are you waiting for?
Xo

For a great visual on this check out;

http://waitbutwhy.com/2015/12/the-tail-end.html