My birthday is in April. So every year when it becomes the new year, I have a few months to get mentally ready to be the next age.

Well, this year I’m turning 50 and am not looking forward to it. Not one bit. I feel like that’s the turning point to “old” somehow.

But, last night, as we stayed up just last midnight to ring in the new year, as soon as 2023 hit, I felt like I was already 50.

I guess I’d been mentally preparing myself for so long for this next birthday that my brain had a hair trigger and switched to, “oh, we are 50 now,” when I had any kind of transitional prompt.

So, happy year of me turning 50! But not yet. Not until April.