My Lost Year

Retraso.Somewhere between my last birthday and this one, I kind of lost track of my age.

The older I get, the more I seem to struggle with holding onto that new magic number. It seems  irrelevant in light of current events and more important matters–like NOT wanting to think about how I’m getting older. But when pushed into offering a number, a simple calculation allows me to easily figure out the number–my age is one year less than my husband (and we even share a birthday month, making it super simple.)

A few months after my 2014 birthday, I found myself readily sharing my age, though. Like some old-timer who had advice for others that only a well-lived live can provide.  I’d quip comments like “Well, at fifty-six, I’m not worrying about eating that extra piece of chocolate.” or “Fifty-six, sixty-six– it’s just a number.” Yet I’d wonder how I got there so fast. It was like I’d missed something. Fifty-six actually terrified me. One step closer to the big…no, I won’t even say it.

Then one day I walked past my husband, who worked at the kitchen table, and for some reason started to tease him about being fifty-seven.

“No.” His eyes stayed focused on his computer. “I’m fifty-six.”

“No you’re not. Because I’m fifty-six, a year younger.”

He looked up and shook his head. “You’re wrong. Do the math.”

And I did. I’d been telling everyone the wrong age…for about six months. My missing years, found easier than the Ponce de Leon’s  excursion for the legendary fountain of youth!

Relief barely described how I felt at that moment. The rest of the day, I had a lightness to my steps, a smile on my face. Truly, I wasn’t as close to sixty as I’d thought! Only–for the life of me–I couldn’t imagine how I’d lost total control over my age to begin with.

Today I hit the milestone I once embraced almost a year too early.  Luckily, it’s not too bad. I think later I’m going to have ice cream cake 🙂

So I ask any of you folks over the age of forty–do you remember your age or have to really think about it?


11 responses to “My Lost Year

  1. Terri-Lynne DeFino

    I do! But I generally down-year by accident. 51 is so boring! I keep saying I’m 50 without realizing, oh yeah! That was LAST year.

  2. Sharon, I don’t know why but I always think of myself as 50, even though I passed that milestone 2 years ago. I don’t ever worry about being ‘too old’ or being ashamed to admit my age. After losing younger members in my family, I consider it a privilege to grow older. I think because society makes such a fuss over the milestone years that the years in between just don’t get much attention. So when I hit 60 I’m sure I’ll be ready to shout it out lol.

  3. Look at that. it pays to be forgetful!

  4. This year I’ll be 66 and hubby 88. Aren’t those magical years and in combination won’t this year be absolutely stellar? I have the same conversation with my hubby about how we are. It’s really quite funny because we never quite remember.

    I’m in love with life. Every single thing I can do to make it better and healthier and more meaningful, I’ll try. But I really can’t believe my age. My mind doesn’t engage it, my body is so much younger (so I tell myself!). Thanks for the fun blog.

    • What a great outlook you have Eileen! I agree with you. I don’t feel my age and my mind is somewhere around thirty. I suspect in another twenty years, I’ll feel the same way.
      Thanks for stopping by 🙂 and enjoy the magic of 66 and 88 this year!

  5. Happy Birthday, Sharon! I’m 31 and I still forget my age sometimes, haha. 😉

  6. I will be 74 in a couple of days. Age is just a number. A couple of weeks ago we had 2 of our great granddaughters for 10 days, a 7year old and and 17month old,….loved every minute of it. I don’t know who had more fun them or me.

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