Since I’m a firm believer in age being more about how you feel than the number of years you’ve lived, most days I feel far younger than my “real” age.
While I won’t disclose my age for multiple reasons, I will say this – I hope my life isn’t yet half over even though I’ve inched past living for more than four decades.
Maybe it’s just me, but I find it somewhat offensive when people ask, “how old are you?” In fact, some creepy dude on Facebook asked me that very question a few weeks ago and got himself unfriended.
It’s always fun when someone thinks I’m younger than my age and acts completely shocked when they find out how close to ancient I really am.
On the flip side of that is the moron at the local “Mart” store who asked me if I was buying 40th birthday party supplies for my daughter when I was getting them for a friend’s party. Captain Cavedweller still laughs about that one.
Overall, I don’t spend a lot of time obsessing about my age. When I wake up and something creaks as I roll out of bed, I definitely give it a moment of thought. However, for the most part, I’m just grateful to be blessed with the wonderful life I’ve been given.
I’m healthy, get to do something I love every single day, and am married to the world’s biggest sweetheart (even if he is a cavedweller). Regardless of age, how can I not be filled to overflowing with thankfulness for that?