this title sounds kinda heavy, but i promise it's the opposite. five wise (and frankly, totally adorable) boys once gave me great life advice: live while [you're] young. now, this doesn't mean that once you hit the 40 mark, you may as well kick it. you're as young as you allow yourself to be. but there is something so much deeper behind those sunshine, boybandy harmonies. you are only "young" once. you will never be a teenager or twenty-something again after those years pass. you cannot get them back. and maybe you don't want to; maybe once was enough. and that's ok. but it's such a valuable season in your life, full of growth and bright colors and loud noises. it's fun. i love it. i love being the youngest barista at my starbucks. i love being the youngest of my friend group. i love it because it makes me feel like i have more time, even if i don't. i never understood growing up why adults said that teenagers feel invincible. despite my attempts to be realistic, there are days where i certainly do feel indestructible. but there are also days where i feel invisible. dang, maybe this is a heavy post after all.
but i say all of that to say this: do now; regret later. dye your hair pink. do it now. do it while you're young and cute and have time for your hair to recover. pierce your nose. do it now. when you look in the mirror on sunday morning before you go to wake up your kids, look at the hole and remember what it was like to be stupid and reckless. get the tattoo. do it now. trace it with your fingers and don't forget the late nights spent with friends eating pizza and laughing too loud. do now. regret later (if you regret it at all).
go. do it now.
documenting the fun years.