So Sunday was my birthday. I’m 49 now. I kind of chuckled to myself when I started thinking about how I felt being 49. I don’t know that 49 is a problem…but 50. That might be a problem.
See back when I was 29, something silly happened. My kids tried to make it a big deal that I had a birthday and that I was then 30. For some reason, 30 was just not a number I wanted to be so I told my kids I was just 29 for the second time….then my birthday came around again and I was 29 for the third and again for the 4th time.
That next birthday…I turned 34. Isn’t it funny how some birthdays hit us funny and others just glide past. 40 didn’t bother me a drop….
…so this time…I am happily 49. Who knows what 50 will bring. Will I insist on being 49 for the second year or own up to my 50?
Did you have a birthday that left you repeating a year like I did at 29? It’s funny how as a kid we can’t wait to get older and now that we are older, we’d be happy with just having the years slow down…it’s that way for me anyway.