Pablo Picasso said, “It takes a long time to grow young.”

My grandmother Katherine decided she would have no further birthdays when she reached the age of 39. She eventually had almost fifty years without a “birthday celebration.”

I, however, live for celebrations, so grandmother’s idea doesn’t appeal to me.

So this Sunday May 1st on my 53rd birthday, I’m flipping my age to 35.

Why, you may ask?

• Because it’s my birthday and I can if I want to.
• Because you’re only as old as you feel, and frankly, I feel 35 NOT 53.
• Because age is a psychographic, NOT demographic thing.
• Because Satchel Paige once asked, “If you didn’t know how old you are, how old would you be?”
• Because maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had, and what you’ve learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
• Because Lucille Ball said, “The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.”
• Since women rarely admit their age, I choose not to act mine.
• Because 35 seems the perfect age.
• Because I believe in magic!

What about you?

How old would you be this year if you flipped your age?

In the words of my therapist, “How does that make you feel?”

If the numbers of your age this year make you older, then I ask you this question…

“If you didn’t know how old you are, how old would you be?”

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