Like It Was Yesterday

The year is 2013 and you’re on the cusp of turning 20.

You’re driving alone on the way to class. The only worry on your mind is trying to find a good parking spot. Backpack is in the backseat and thermos is in hand.

In the midst of the commuter traffic the sun peaks above the horizon. Mumford & Sons is blaring over the Toyota Corolla speakers, intentionally loud enough to drown out whatever weird noise the car is making. (‘If you can’t hear it, it doesn’t exist’.. a nugget of wisdom you learned from your older sister.) It may be falling apart but you got a good deal on this starter car and it’s not the rents van. You’re grateful.

The bluegrass beats fill you with inspiration to dig deep into all things hipster.

This is freedom.

It feels like it was yesterday.

Oh wait, it was yesterday.

Pulled back to the present by that ache telling you it’s time to pump.
You’re a mom and you’re on the cusp of 30.
You traded bluegrass for bottles and hipster for high chairs.

You’re going back to campus but this time as a small business owner.