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Sometimes when people ask me how old I am, my immediate response is 23.
I think its crazy that I have to stop and consider what my real age is.
It's like 23 must have been a really good year for me so I just stopped there mentally.
If you think about it, it wouldn't be a bad age to stop at. You're no longer 21 so (hopefully) all your immaturity has been worked out of your system. And you aren't 25 yet which is a quarter century old. It's like you're 23, you're able to have fun, yet be serious at the same time.
It's allowed.
Today is my first full day being 28 years old.
I don't feel a whole lot different than I did yesterday when I was still 27 for a few hours.
I know a lot of people stress about being that much closer to 30 or about getting old in general. My dad always says, "Getting old beats the alternative."
I have to agree with him. I don't mind my age. I don't mind that I'm closer to 30 than I was just 24 hours ago. I sometimes wonder, what if birthday celebrations had never been celebrated?
What if we celebrated birth and then just continued to grow each year afterward without recognizing the day that took place 28 years ago as a significant change in our life? Would we fear aging as much as we do (as a society)? Would we worry about fine lines, wrinkles, and rolls that come with age?
Don't get me wrong, I love a good birthday celebration - I guess I just wonder what life would be like if there was no numerical advancement attached to it?
Sometimes when people ask me how old I am, my immediate response is 23.
I think its crazy that I have to stop and consider what my real age is.
It's like 23 must have been a really good year for me so I just stopped there mentally.
If you think about it, it wouldn't be a bad age to stop at. You're no longer 21 so (hopefully) all your immaturity has been worked out of your system. And you aren't 25 yet which is a quarter century old. It's like you're 23, you're able to have fun, yet be serious at the same time.
It's allowed.
Today is my first full day being 28 years old.
I don't feel a whole lot different than I did yesterday when I was still 27 for a few hours.
I know a lot of people stress about being that much closer to 30 or about getting old in general. My dad always says, "Getting old beats the alternative."
I have to agree with him. I don't mind my age. I don't mind that I'm closer to 30 than I was just 24 hours ago. I sometimes wonder, what if birthday celebrations had never been celebrated?
What if we celebrated birth and then just continued to grow each year afterward without recognizing the day that took place 28 years ago as a significant change in our life? Would we fear aging as much as we do (as a society)? Would we worry about fine lines, wrinkles, and rolls that come with age?
Don't get me wrong, I love a good birthday celebration - I guess I just wonder what life would be like if there was no numerical advancement attached to it?
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