No, I'm not lying. I'm really 39! I swear! It sounds like I should be wink-wink, nudge-nudging and saying that I'm "39" with air quotes around it. But, I am quite happy about turning 39. I have never felt more comfortable in my own skin than I do now. And next year, I get to turn 40. This isn't my last ditch attempt at hanging on to my youth. Truth be told, from the time I was 10, I have always felt about 30. So, you see, the more birthdays I get, the younger I really am. This is nicer since I am on the other side of 30 now.
A few years ago, I took my son (who's birthday is 2 days before mine) and my niece (who's birthday is 3 days after mine) to Disneyland. We went to the special office where you declare you are there to celebrate your birthday and get a cute little sticker that pronounces both your name and how old you are. To my son, they asked how old he was. He told them "12". To my niece, they asked how old she was. She told them "12". The kid behind the counter pulled out a sticker. I saw him squirm and knew he was trying to figure out how exactly to ask me what my age was or even if he should ask me. To save him the embarrassment, I simply told him "36". His shoulders relaxed and a big smile came over his face. I told him, "I'm 36 and I'm in Disneyland. I don't care who knows it." The rest of the day, we were each greeted with a smile, a "Happy Birthday" and felt very special.
You're only as old as you feel! I'm not lying...I'm really 39!
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