Last week I turned 49 years of age.
That’s over twice as much as 24 and only half of 98.
I’ve embraced my new number and I don’t feel like I’m 49, but I’m not certain that this is any consolation. Most people say I don’t look like 49, and while I appreciate the sentiment, it still doesn’t change the cold hard fact of the matter.
At my workplace I am easily one of the oldest of our 500 or so employees. It’s a young environment and I attribute some of this to the way I look and feel. Aracely is ten years younger than me so that helps. All of these factors could contribute to the “looking and acting younger by association”. You should see the shock on the faces of these “kids” at my work when I tell them I’m 49.
“There’s no way you are that old”, they say.
Yep, I’m that old.
But I’m not worried about it. I made it this far and my life is happy and I’m certain it will only get better.
If nothing else, only a few short years until I get that Senior Discount at the movie theater. If only I could stay awake to watch the entire show.