How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
I’ve always felt older than I actually was. Kind of like thirteen going on thirty. I was always that mature kid, mentally grades ahead (not smarts, but maturity) than everyone in my class all the way through the end of high school.
At some point, I figured I’d bridge the gap and the difference between my actual age and my mental age would be minimal. But I haven’t reached that point yet. I still feel like I’m at a way different state of mind than a “normal” one for my age. Like 20+ years past my age.
And as much as I prided myself on that when I was back in middle school and even in high school, it’s disappointing now. I feel like I’m losing precious, quality time enjoying life and being free while we’re baby free. I’m missing out on being a carefree twenty year old that doesn’t worry, plan, and fill every waking moment with more responsibilities.
So if I had to put a number on it, I’d say forty+. And honestly, that’s really scary to me. To think about the next fourteen+ years being nothing but a tiny blip in my life. What would happen when I reached that age? Would I be forty going on sixty? Fifty going on seventy? No thanks.
It’s a good reminder to slow down a bit. Roll around in bed a little bit more, try new styles, get out of my comfort zone more often, learn new things and really make the last couple years of my twenties rock because I’m living in the moment. More so thinking like a twenty-six year old, soon to be twenty-seven year old, and just loving every minute of it it. We may be buying a house, but I’m still a big kid at heart.
So, how old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?