Well, okay I didn’t lose a year… I accidentally gained a year for ten years! Does that make any sense?
No.
Okay… I thought I was a year older than I was for about ten years. That age went on everything; documents, banks, everyone knew me as a year older than I am.
It was an accident. I had a dyslexic slip and counted wrong. It is fairly easy to do. At least for me it is. So, about a year ago the doctor said…
“How old are you?”
“39,” I said.
“Really?”
“Um… yes. Why?”
“Because you aren’t,” he said.
“What?” I squeaked.
“You are 38.”
“Oh…”
And that was that. I had to contact everyone and say I was a year younger than I thought I was. The worst of it was that most companies had worked it out and changed it. They had gone from my date of birth and not the random number I’d given them. Only trouble was that I was used to my age.
I mean, it wasn’t a massive difference but I thought this year was a BIG birthday, and it isn’t. The trouble is that I have ignored my age… I just get on with life. So whether I am 38 or 40, it doesn’t matter. All that does is that I’m happy and enjoying life.
This post was inspired by the daily prompt – Age-old question.
Kate Murray 
and you DO look happy–that’s what matters. Our age…it’s just a number. Happy birthday to you whenever and whatever age you are. 🙂
Thank you. And the birthday isn’t until November… *checks in her diary*. Yep – November the something. What can I say? – I’m terrible with numbers.
Exactly! Hey and look at it this way. Most people would kill to be younger. You are just by accident!
😀 Very true. Mind you the other day I was told I looked ten years younger than I am AND that I was my sisters mother (by different people)… I’m going with the first comment and ignoring the second. 🙂
I did that once too, but just for a year.
All the best people do. 🙂
What a great picture of you, Kate!
Thank you. 🙂