Most days I don't even consider how old I am unless someone asks, but birthdays have a way of suddenly bringing the subject to one's attention, which is unfortunate.
I'm still questioning whether I was ever 25, let alone whether or not I am, in fact, now 26. I don't feel 26... some say I don't look 26, so am I really that old? Not that it's old as in elderly, but I almost tell people I'm younger than I am when they ask - not because I want to lie about my age, which is silly - but because I really believe it. "So, Stacie, how old are you?" "Twenty-tw-- uh, twenty-fo-- I mean, twenty-six." It's weird, but it happens sometimes.
And I now have more of my twenties behind me than in front of me. 30 is around the corner, and I'm still not convinced it's all true. My sister and I have devised a way to keep me in denial (which also aids in my forgetting my age at times)... since my 21st birthday, we've decided that I'm having "Annual 20th Birthdays." So, yesterday, I celebrated my 6th annual 20th birthday, which just sounds better!
All of that said, I just know this is going to be a great year! My life is on the move, and there's some momentum building, which is really exiting. I suppose the only way to live a really long time but never get a year older is to go to Heaven, so I should just stop resisting and keep aging for now. :)
Yeah, I also tend to say 24. The number 27 (which is my age) doesn't bother me that much, but the recently sprouting white hairs are really weirding me out! Happy 6th birthday!
ReplyDeleteare you sure we're not sisters seperated at birth? i totally am going thrju the same thing...
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