Why I forget my age-and it’s not because I am old!

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Has someone ever asked you how old you are and you paused – you literally had to stop and think or maybe count? I do, all the time. I constantly want to say I am a year or two years younger than I am. And it’s not because I want to be younger, at least I don’t think. LOL! I am pretty comfy with where I am – I mean as long as I make New York Times Best Seller List by 40, I’ll be content with things.  😉

I can always recall with ease how old my son, Triton, is and often when I am cataloging things that have happened in life, it starts with the phrase “When Triton was – insert age here -“. Over the last eleven years my calendar has revolved around his moments, his milestones and big deals. I have forgotten to make a mental note of where I was in life when things happen…

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