Many people, especially women, fight aging tooth and nail. Everyone handles getting a year older differently. Outside of the physical fight we put up with exercise, skin care and in some cases plastic surgery. Some people pick an age that was really good to them and say that is their age for as long as possible. Others start counting backwards one year from a specific age.
On a more superficial fight, some people pick an age that was really good to them and say that is their age for as long as possible. Others start counting backwards one year from a specific age. Even know someone who was just reversing the numbers, at least until that made them older.
The method I subscribe to and have participated in since my teens started not as a way to fight my age, but more as a way to justify some of my more silly antics. I like to add the numbers of my age together. This has worked well for me in the past. Like to think it helps keep me young.
This summer I turned 40 . . . or 4 in my world. This is the last time I will be 4. It is bitter sweet as my son turned 4 for the first time this year. Living through the age of four with my son is amazing. I get to play on all the rides again with the true delight of a 4-year-old. I get to explore the imagination of a 4-year-old again. I also get to try and explore the energy a 4-year-old has. That last one is tougher than it was before.
This year we kicked off being 4 with our first trip to the beach for the season. It could not have been any more perfect way to start this great adventure.