It all started a few months ago when someone (I forget who) asked me how old I was. Anyone who is over 44 knows that once you reach that age, you can't just answer spontaneously anymore. You have to mentally calculate your age. So when that person asked me, I did a quick mental calculation--2010 minus 1963 is 47.
"I'm 47," I told them. "I'll be 48 in August."
Okay, I know what you're thinking, but hey, math never was my strong suit. I do WORDS, not numbers.
A few days before my birthday, I realized I was depressed. I was about to turn 48. That meant only 2 years til 50. But gosh darn it anyway, I don't feel two years from 50! In my heart, I still feel 36. Okay, I know that's pushing it a bit, but that's how I feel.
The night before my birthday, I sulked about turning 48. Good God I was old!
Then a miracle happened. I awoke the morning of August 12th and a sudden realization hit me. 2010 minus 1963 is 47. On August 12th! I had just turned 47!!
Instantly, I felt happy and youthful. I still had 3 years before turning 50! I'm still young!!! Whoo-ooo! I'm not depressed now, though I am a bit ticked that I missed the last half of 46.
I called my husband and told him all about this, how I'd thought I was turning 48. He laughed. Then he said, "Only you, Cheryl, would find a way to turn a year YOUNGER on your birthday."
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