Today the IOC announced that Pyeongchang, South Korea will be hosting the Winter Olympics in 2018. I distinctly remember sitting on my mom's bed folding laundry in the summer of 1995 when the IOC announced that Salt Lake would get the 2002 Games and thinking, "that is so cool, too bad I will likely be married with a kid by the time they get here."
I realize this sounds sort of dramatic but I've been in this fog all day thinking about how I had no idea how sitting there that morning separating whites and darks how much that announcement would end up affecting my life. I'll be 40 by the time these Korean Games roll around. Will I go? Will I be bringing kidlets and a nanny? Will something be different in seven years because this thing is happening in Asia and not Europe? Do I even want to go?
Did my whole life change direction today while I ate a turkey sandwich for dinner?
This is how exhausting it is to live in my brain my friends.