Do you ever need to do the math to remember how old you are?

For me it started after 30.

Um, let’s see…. 2010 — 1975 — carry the 1…

35.

Wait, no I was born in May. 34. Still 34.

I always do the math now, because I spent an entire year telling people I was 32 when I was really only 31.

Sometimes the math is shocking.

It’s 17 years this spring since I graduated from high school. I’m closing in on the 20 year mark.

20 years?

In my memory it’s still yesterday. When did it get to be so long ago?

Almost two decades since I plastered my bangs high in the air with Aquanet, pegged and rolled my jeans and listened to Boyz II Men on the radio.

Yeah. The 90’s. [Read more...]