As this blog is named 49andcounting, I imagine you get the gist. Fifty is just around the corner. At the beginning of this year, I had a plan.
For the first 6 months of the year, I planned to be 49. At exactly 6 months (an undisclosed day in August) I would begin to be “almost 50”. I had deduced that in this way I would be preparing myself gently for the big 50. Six months of saying “I’m almost 50”, “Well, I’m almost 50” would surely have me ready for the big day. (Of course, everyone would answer with “surely not!”, “you don’t look fifty!”) This is gonna be a breeze.
Well….sometime during the seventh month I started this blog, with the cutest little name…49andcounting. And now I kind of like it. In fact, I haven’t used the “almost 50” phrase at all! Ahhhh, what am I doing to my mental health? What will I do come February? What has become of my mental preparation?
I have a new plan. From this point forth I will always be 49andcounting….even come that fateful day in February, I plan to continue being 49andcounting. Lord, I learned to count in Kindergarten…I could count infinetely….counting to what? counting to where? Some people are “30ish”, some are “40 something”, some are “39 and holding”. I am officially and will henceforth always be 49andcounting.
Sometime in the past 10 years, I had this slight problem. I kid you not, at times I couldn’t remember how old I was. You know, off by one year. I’d have to do the math to be for sure. I believe that has to do with this aging thing…the memory, the memory. Problem solved! Yippee!
All of this makes perfect sense to me. New plan, problems solved. Except, well maybe just one small flaw…those that know me well will tell you…I tend to change plans frequently!