I’m a Time Traveler
Today, I went back in time. I mean, I actually had a “back to the future” kind of experience. What had happened was….
Somehow, I’d convinced myself that I am 34. Just yesterday, a friend and I were discussing having more children. She’s in her late 20’s and said she wanted to have another before 35. I told her, “Imagine how I feel at 34.” A few days ago, one of my Facebook friends posted that she was celebrating her 34th birthday, and I remember thinking to myself, “She’s younger than me?” I figured we were around the same age, but I just thought she was a bit older. Turns out, she is!
This morning, my brother who is 11 months younger than I am (don’t ask) posted something about being 32 years old. In my mind, I was like, “32? That’s not right because if he’s 32, that would mean I’m 33.” I mean, I was straight dumbfounded. Then, I thought a little more….. Wait! My birthday hasn’t come yet this year. So, I AM 33! Don’t ask me how I lost count and gave myself another year. I don’t know! What I do know is that I now have a few more months of youth than I thought I had. I went back to 33; and in the meantime, I’ve also gotten a few months’ look into my life at 34. Strangely, it looks the same as 33.