I’ve been thinking about my own mortality lately. Not because I have Cerebral Palsy or a heart condition or I’m morbid. I’m just one of those people who counts down. Like when you’re on vacation, you count down how many days left. I was like that ever since I could remember. Even when I lay in bed unable to sleep, and I have to get up at a certain time. I count down the hours until my alarm goes off. However counting down my own mortality is probably not a good thing. I guess it’s someting I do without knowing it sometimes. But then, maybe I’m just weird. I’m sure I would enjoy everything more if I’d stop waiting for it to end.