Today I turn forty-nine years old. Yay! Not a big deal. Some folks like to remind you on your “9” birthdays that the “big one” is next year. “Oh my goodness, you’re going to be _old next year!” That’s okay. I learned at 29 not to waste that last precious year of the decade. All the “gonna be’s….” and “you’re about to’s” wasted time and energy, and I could have been 29 for a whole year! I didn’t even realize it. What a goof!
I’ve caught on however, and now I celebrate until the last moment of the “9 year”. Oh yes, I will firmly be in my forties until midnight (CST) August 31st, 2016.
No, it’s not a vanity thing (I wouldn’t be writing this post if it was). It’s a lesson learned about appreciating the moment, being grateful for what you have now, and knowing all will be fine when the “big” one hits. By “big” one, I mean birthday of course.
So happy birthday other “9’ers”. Let’s eat cake!