Today I turn 49. I have to admit that it’s not what I thought. It sounds older than I feel.
Chronological age has never meant all that much to me. My father is 17 years older than my mother. And, until recently, he always seemed so much younger than he was. (Strokes have left him with memory and balance issues that make it believable that he’s 88 years old.) So, I have known for most of my life that you don’t have to act older as you get older.
I know that good genes are a blessing, and I thank both sides of the family for those. Exercise and eating right help, too. I have a lot of energy. My life is filled with laughter, joy, and love. I could not be more excited to enter the last year of my 40s.