Monday, October 25, 2010

Age: Is It Really Just A Number??

It's Monday again?? Time flies faster than I can keep up with it! I remember being a kid and thinking that my Birthday would NEVER COME...Easter was so far away and Christmas, well it was a lifetime away! But now, weeks race by like mere hours and each time I blink, it's a new year!

I have a theory. Maybe, just maybe, the world is revolving faster on it's axis and all of our brilliant, illustrious scientists just haven't discovered this phenomenon could be happening, I mean after all, doesn't time just fly by for you too? I even hear young kids say things like, "Wow, it's Halloween already"...

Yesterday in church, I was looking at the program and noticed under "Birthdays" that one of my *Littles* was listed under Oct 21st...sure enough, I was listed under Oct 20th! The thing is, my birthday is April 20th her's is April 21st...even my ward program was making me 6 months older! So I mentioned this to one of our ward clerks who pulled me into his miniscule office to verify our family's birthdates...They were all correct and when he saw mine with the year attached and my actual age listed, he looked at me, smiled and said, "Wow, you wear your age very well, I never would have guessed!" I basked in that glow and felt pretty good, for a moment then the reality of my age hit me, He never would have guessed?? What?? He never would have guessed that I'M REALLY THAT OLD?? 

You see, I am SO in denial about how old I am. So much so that I actually have to stop and think about it when someone asks how old I really am! Several years ago, I was on a flight (as a Flight Attendant) and I was talking to the pilots about my family. Something I said triggered the captain to ask me how old I was...I answered, "forty eight...thirty eight..forty eight..." Honestly, I couldn't put my finger on it! (He finally asked what year I was born and we figured it out!)

I joke and say that I am much too immature to be my age! (More truth than a joke)... I think of myself still in my thirties...O.K, maybe early forties, but the point is, I can't keep up with all of the years piling up on me! I really don't mind getting older and I will tell anyone how old I am (54) But it's like those commericals: "Life comes at you fast"...YA THINK??

My body may begin to creak, my skin will wrinkle (but only a little because I am a "moisturizing feind") and my greying hair will one day turn snow white (I can only hope!) In the meantime, I am just trying to enjoy the moments in life that make a life worthwhile and significant.

So as each day passes, I just try to roll with it all and hope that I have the mental capacity to remember the day before! Is age really just a number or a sum of all kinds of life experiences that make us older and possibly wiser?? I just don't know...

1 comment:

Love Being a Nonny said...

I am proud to be 53!!! It sure beats the alternative!!!!! :)