– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young – - I’m not that old, am I?

– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young –

When someone says 10 years ago, I automatically think, oh, yep, 2004. That’s not correct – 2004 was 20 years ago, which makes me realize, dang, I’m older than I thought!

Mathematically, I know it to be true, but my brain still can’t compute that I’ve lived for four whole decades already. Where did that time go?

I feel like I blinked and went from a teenager, to a seasoned adult in a heartbeat. Some days, my body doesn’t have any doubts about how old I am, but for the most part, it’s hard for me to grasp that I’m not still 22.

Most times, I feel young, I think just because I’ve never lost my love of things that make me excited, like sidewalk chalk, stickers and Disney channel favorites.

However, last year, the closer I got to 40, the more despondent I was.

I’ve always heard women hate and despise that number, so I figured I did, too. All that year, up until May, I dreaded when August would arrive, and I’d cease to be 39. What turned it all around, of course, had to do with a tiara.

We were talking about who was turning 40 and I acknowledged, very reluctantly, that I was soon to be in that age demographic. Someone said it probably wouldn’t be as bad as I imagined, because I’d no doubt have a big, tall tiara to wear that day.

Well, as expected, my eyes lit up and all I could think was, what a great idea! When the fateful day rolled around, I had not one, but three, tall, sparkling, glorious tiaras to switch out as the day went on, and bearing the “pain” of being 40, wasn’t quite so bad as I thought it would be.

Maybe the “40 feeling” would hit as time went on. Here I am in my 41st year birthday month (August), and I haven’t felt it yet. I didn’t even dread turning another year older this time around. I guess what they say is true, age really is a just a number.

Check back with me when I hit my goal age though (101, so I can be a Dalmatian), I might have a different view of it by then.