You may consider that a popular saying. Or you may consider that a song by Aaliyah. If you are the latter, then we could be friends.
I don’t think much about my age. In fact, I worry that I should think more about it. For example, I am the same age as this blog author, but clearly she has thought far more about 38 than I have.
If anything, age makes me worry: It’s too late. I should have started wrinkle prevention before they showed up. Travelled more to far off places before I had kids. Listened to my high school math teacher and put way more away for retirement a long, long time ago.
These days, when someone asks me how old I am, I have to think. I have to calculate, wonder if that’s really right, and recalculate. And laugh. Really? 38?
If I’m being honest, I’d rather answer with how old I feel. Some days it’s 26, other days it’s 36. It’s perspective. It’s all in how you feel.
And sometimes I feel like throwing that old Aaliyah song on and it’s 1994 all over again…with the whole rest of my life ahead of me.