The Race

It's like I've been running a really long race. But not a race that you needed to do fast. Just one you needed to get done And all of a sudden, 18 years later, I can see the finish line. I've ran past goals, challenges, bad times, and good times but I don't look back. I just remember, and appreciate what I ran by.  Yet here I am, in clear view of that finish line. Yet after that finish line, the race is just starting... Past that finish line is this little bit of a break (summer) and then there is a giant START sign for the next race. And that race is even longer then the one I just ran. But I'm excited. Scared out of my mind, but excited. And it's been a damn good race. Time to make the next part even better. :)

People spend about two weeks of their lives at traffic lights

:)