From party guy to soccer dad - I don't recognize myself
Ten years ago I was hitting bars 3 nights a week, sleeping till noon on weekends, basically doing whatever I wanted. Now I'm the guy packing snacks for soccer games and worried about my kids' sleep schedules. Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder where that guy went. Don't get me wrong, I love my life now and wouldn't trade my family for anything but there's this weird grief I didn't expect. Like I had to kill off a part of myself to be a good dad.
Man this hits different. I went from sleeping till 10am on Saturdays to being up at 6 for soccer games and I actually prefer it now. Not gonna lie though the transition was weird, like mourning the old version of yourself a little bit.