Young me would think my job is cool as hell, my tools and van are rad, my wife is hot, and that I am an absolute dumpster fire of a person. I know this because young me watches through the windows of my middle-aged eyes

Younger me was too combative, angry and hopeless to understand and accept how one goes from bitter, defiant atheist to non-chalant, comfy believer, lol. But I think I would've been one hell of a parental figure for lil old me, one who would've understood the turmoil... 🥲

Younger me would be PISSED to find out my usual bully is now a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu black belt and teacher.