Hey, Hey, You Say It's Your Birthday

Today is my birthday. I am 32. Funny thing is, I don't feel like 32. On a good day, I don't look 32. I certainly don't act 32. On a rare day, I act oh, maybe 18, most days I would put me in the 13 to 14 year old range. To me, 32 is like that pair of jeans you find hanging on the 75% off rack. A little to big, don't fit quite right, the color is a little off, but hey, you have to have them because after all, they are 75% off! I have yet to find the age that fits me just right. Maybe we never do. Maybe that's a good thing. Hopefully when I'm 60, I'll still be acting like I have my whole life in front of me. What about this? What if we stopped defining ourselves by a number and instead by our accomplishments? Instead of saying, "I'm turning 32 this year." I could say, "I'm turning getting my bachelors degree finished this year." or "I'm going to be I lost that final ten pounds this year." I think that that is much better than a number.