Well, okay I didn’t lose a year… I accidentally gained a year for ten years! Does that make any sense?
Okay… I thought I was a year older than I was for about ten years. That age went on everything; documents, banks, everyone knew me as a year older than I am.
It was an accident. I had a dyslexic slip and counted wrong. It is fairly easy to do. At least for me it is. So, about a year ago the doctor said…
“How old are you?”
“39,” I said.
“Um… yes. Why?”
“Because you aren’t,” he said.
“What?” I squeaked.
“You are 38.”
And that was that. I had to contact everyone and say I was a year younger than I thought I was. The worst of it was that most companies had worked it out and changed it. They had gone from my date of birth and not the random number I’d given them. Only trouble was that I was used to my age.
I mean, it wasn’t a massive difference but I thought this year was a BIG birthday, and it isn’t. The trouble is that I have ignored my age… I just get on with life. So whether I am 38 or 40, it doesn’t matter. All that does is that I’m happy and enjoying life.
This post was inspired by the daily prompt – Age-old question.