a little lie

Lying comes easy when speaking of age. Lucile Ball once said, "The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age." We lie to ourselves when we say "30's is the new 20." We lie to prospective friends when we tell them we are 25 when really we are 28. We don't want the age difference to be weird or anything. We lie to our children when they ask why our hair is turning gray and we buy a box of hair color to convince them it is really staying the same color. We lie to our spouse when they remember our birthday but can't remember our age and we fib the age by a year or two.

How many times have you told a little white lie about your age? Admit it. You've done it. I've done it. I still do it and will do it until my memory starts to fade and birthdays mean nothing more than one year closer to death. I like to fib about it. Sometimes I lie and say I am a year or two older than I really am and sometimes I tell people I am younger...it really all depends on who is asking.

Tomorrow I turn 28. I really can't believe I will be 28. While I know my actual birthdays have aged my body, there are days when I don't feel old enough or mature enough to be 28. I used to look at people my age and think they had it all put together--now I think differently. They were probably just like me. Well, here's to one year closer to being 30. And from what I hear, "30's the new 20" so it's no big deal.