To me 47 sounds old! I remember when my mom turned 40 and I remember I thought that was old. Today I turned 47, but somehow it feels different. I still feel young. I feel like I still look young, until I see pictures. My health is good and I am thankful for that. But the number itself bothers me. Maybe because I know it is going to just keep going up. Unlike the number on the scale, there is no possible way my age is going down.
There are some days that I can’t believe I am living on my own and supporting two children. There are some days when I still call my parents asking for advice or for help fixing something in my house. There are some days when I do not feel like I am the “adult” at home or in my classroom and I look for someone older, wiser, more “adult” than me to make the hard decisions. But then I realize how far I have come!
I am living on my own, supporting my two children. There are days that I do not talk to my parents, that I do not ask their advice, and times that I fix things on my own, thanks to Google! There are days when I am the only adult there, the only adult there to make the hard decisions.
Which helps me realize age is just a number!
Just like the scale and my fight with those numbers, my age is the same thing. I feel happy. I feel confident. I feel at peace with where I am, where I have been, and where I am going. I have fun. I love my life, and with that I have to embrace and love being 47. I have to accept the phrase “Age is just a number!”
Cheers to a new year!