A few weeks ago, I did something I vowed I would never do: I lied about my age. Or, to be accurate, I didn’t so much lie as stretched the definition of "the late 60s" to include 1965, the year I was born.
I was submitting a piece to an online publication that caters to women in their 40s and I didn't want to advertise the fact that I would be leaving the club in less than four months. The thought then crossed my mind that perhaps I should go through all my essays and replace any reference to my actual age with vague terms like, "midlife" or "Gen X," or just start saying I'm in my forties and just forget, at least for the next five years, that October will bring me my official AARP application form.
It's tempting to turn the clock back a bit whether it’s for one's career or personal life. I understand why some women choose not to reveal their true age. In the end I decided not to lie about soon hitting my half-century mark, and when I thought about it later I came up with my own top 10 reasons why I will will now always be truthful about my age:
10. After almost 50 years on this planet, I will be damned if I’m going to deny even one minute of my hard-earned wisdom.
9. I’m really looking forward to saying to people, "I’m 50 years old - I don’t have time for this nonsense!"
8. Thanks to my Italian genes and my distaste for baking in the sun in my teens and twenties, I am often taken for much younger than I am, and I love seeing the surprise on people's faces when I tell them how old I am. I would be so disappointed if I told someone I’m 42 or 45 and they just looked at me like, yeah, what else is new! (Or worse, if they said, "Wow, I thought you were older!")
7. If I start shaving years off my age in an attempt to sound more relevant aren't I contributing to the problem, not the solution?
6. My mother has never lied about her age, and she raised me with the idea that getting older is far better than the alternative!
5. I have friends who never got to see their 40th birthdays, never mind their 50th - I owe it to them to enjoy every year I get on this planet.
4. I hear those AARP discounts can really add up. With three kids who want to go to college, I'm going to need all the help I can get!
3. I have a hard enough time remembering the birthdays of my immediate family members, never mind my own. How am I supposed to keep track of my new birthday too?
2. My children would surely rat me out.
1. As old as I get, I will still always be seven years younger than my husband!
This post first appeared at My Dishwasher's Possessed.
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