When shopping recently, I blithely told the sales person that I was "pushing 60," smugly thinking to myself that I am still just 59. She remarked, "Gee, you look wonderful for your age!" (I always hate the "for your age" codicil that is now tacked on to comments about my appearance.) Then a thought hit me, "Wait a minute, I am living my 60th year right now." Damn!
I refuse to live anyone else's life but mine. I tried this and it did not work. I must claim who I am and live my days as me. Just me.