Age is Just a Number

Earlier this month, our local newspaper interviewed me for a careers feature they run periodically on businesses in our area.

After my name, the first question was, “How old are you?”

Now I can’t speak for others, but that’s a question I never answer — ever!

It’s right up there with “How much money do you make?” and “How much do you weigh?”

After a certain age — for women, I think 35 — you shouldn’t have to answer it. I mean, my son is 19 so you do the math! If you want to think I had him at 16, be my guest!!

Probably because I work in a traditionally young person’s field, I don’t want to age myself out of business. Nor should I have to.

Age is a funny thing, really. When we’re kids, we’re always looking forward to the next birthday. We’re not “twelve-and-a-half;” we’re “almost thirteen!”

And when we become young adults, we never feel compelled to fudge on our age. Any time I got carded for trying to buy a drink in my twenties (yeah, I know — young and dumb!), I couldn’t fish out my drivers license fast enough!

So when is it that we become more secretive about our age?

For some, it’s “middle age.” While a few flaunt it without shame — letting their hair go totally gray, embracing their “spare tire” or bald head — others re-double their efforts at chasing youth. They join gyms, invest in hair dye and Botox, or dump their spouse for a younger model.

I’ve known people who’d never ask for a Senior Discount and others who think even buying gasoline should qualify for one!

Perhaps the truly old people are the luckiest. They can commiserate about their age-related aches, joke about their “senior moments,” spend countless hours reminiscing about the Good Old Days, and remind us that “age is just a number.”

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6 thoughts on “Age is Just a Number

  1. Hi Deb,
    Here’s my 2-cents worth~ I want to grow old gracefully like my Dad “doing what I can with what I have where I am”(T. Roosevelt) Beyond that,age is just a number~some days I feel younger than my years and other days,I feel my years. But I do have to agree with you that being asked your age is almost as bad as being asked about your weight. Thanks for the post!

  2. I admire people who can grow old gracefully; I suspect I’ll be one of those who gets dragged into old age kickin’ and screamin’!! I don’t envision myself sitting in a rocking chair, watching mindless TV, and waiting for my next meal. As long as the Good Lord gives me my mind and my strength, I want to eagerly embrace all that life has to offer, then, as the cartoon says, slide into Home shouting, “Wow, what a ride!”

    • It’s absolutely OK — mind if I add you to mine, Iz? I’m coming over to visit soon (haven’t seen anything new from you lately and am hoping you’re ok!)

  3. I agree about asking someone their age. I don’t feel the need to hide my age, but I – like you – wouldn’t ask someone that unless it was totally relevant or if was important to them. And I would NEVER ask about someone’s weight or what they earn … no ways!
    Sunshine xx

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