A breakdown of my haul by each decade of my life. What was your haul at each decade mark?
Ten: Dirty knees. My haul was snacks, my stuffed koala bear, Barbies, Lego, a bag full of chipmunk bones (don’t judge), and hand-me-down clothes. I went everywhere on my bicycle with a banana seat! This was the 80s.
Twenty: Shots Shots Shot! My haul was a cell phone the size of a shoe box, paraphernalia, my collection of CDs, tube tops, beer, and bell bottoms. I hauled a resume to get my first adult job, and later the keys to the first house I bought (a rowhome in Baltimore, MD). This was the 90s.
Thirty: It’s a mom life. I haul around snacks, toys, diapers, wipes and all the goodies that keep kids from melting down or getting sun burn or cold. Keys to a file cabinet at work, a lap top to work whenever I can, and a yoga mat to find some Zen. Don’t forget the bug out kit because we feared when it turned 2000 our lives would be erased.
Forty: Soul Searching. My haul for the kids hasn’t changed, but in my purse I always carry something to write on, my phone, maybe the book I’m trying to find time to read. I haul a grocery list, seeds for my garden, schedule for balancing activities, and an open mind. It’s 2010s.
I’ve found love and peace through each decade. I’ve also known hardship and loss. I have a feeling, it’s this crazy thing called life and it’s not going to change.