At 44 I just had my first and only, a daughter, six months ago.
In my 20s I was a traveling misanthropic petty criminal. Just mad at the world and tryna figure out my place in it. By my 30's I figured out how to optimize my bum lifestyle; squatted a 5th wheel in the mountains, worked for about 6 months a year, travelled the rest. I was mostly content.
I met my wife when I was 40, had our daughter at 44. It feels really good to have a family. I was selfish with my life for so long it's nice to be relied on. I'm glad I had 25 years of fucking off first, I don't feel like I missed anything. My life is less exciting but much more comfortable. Obviously I think my daughter is the best thing ever.
I understand I'll be mopping floors til the day I die. I started late. I'm okay with that. The day to day is good.
