Illustration by Lian Plass
Despite all of my efforts to do otherwise, I spent a great deal of time thinking over spring break. Sometime over the course of my wondrous 10-day retreat to the magical bowl of star-studded sunshine I call home (that’s Los Angeles), my dearest Dad brought it to my attention that the average human being only experiences about 25,000 mornings in a lifetime.
That seemingly superfluous fun fact, instead of evaporating into the salty, seaside air as I cruised down my favorite stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway, stuck with me for the remainder of my vacation days. It really got me thinking. My nineteenth birthday came and went over the break. Which means I’ve already used up about 6,840 of that meager supply of mornings. Which means my life is, for all intents and purposes, one quarter over. And so the bottomless spiral of self-reflection that will occupy your next three minutes begins.
