I have 31 days left as a 49 year old. I plan to enjoy every minute of it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid to turn 50. In fact I can’t wait. I have never been one of these women that lie about their age. Well.. at least not one that tells people that she is younger than she really is. I have quite the opposite theory. I’ve been telling people that I was 50 since I was in my early 40’s.
At 43, if someone asked how old I was I would just say “I’m 50”. Then, I would get the typical response…. “Wow, you look awesome for a 50 year old”. And I would laugh and say… “Yeh… well… I’m really only 43. I might not look so good for 43, but I look great for 50!” Hahaha. I found this much better than telling someone that I was 40 and having them just say “Ohhhhh!” Yep… I’ve lived hard, and I want people to KNOW why I look the way I do! I know, I think a little differently than most, but hey… I’ve never been an ‘inside the box’ kind of girl anyway… I’ve just always been more of a ‘What? There’s a box?’ kind of girl.
While this philosophy is good for the spirit… it’s not without a flaw. I spent the entire year that I was 39 thinking about turning 40. When someone asked me how old I was, I would respond “I’ll be 40 in 11 months” , etc. I spent the entire year counting down. I was never 39. I was always a certain number of months away from turning 40. When I actually turned 40, I realized what happened. I had lost an entire really good year! Most ladies are 39 for 10 years or more. I, instead, was never 39 at all!
So, I decided not to let that happen again. And, this year, instead of telling people that I was 50, or a certain number of days until I turned 50, I readily admitted that I was 49. And, when I turn 50 next month, I plan to be 50 for an entire year! I mean, really… I’ve been 50 for almost 7 years now… What’s one more year? Right?
But, believe me, once I turn 51… I’ll probably start telling people that I’m 55 J It’s just how I roll.