How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were? Satchel Paige


A couple of weeks ago we were meeting some friends and as we hadn’t seen their daughters for some time the youngest was desperate to update us on all the important news since we had last met.


“I’ve changed my age!” She announced proudly.


This is the most delightful description of having a birthday I’ve ever heard, the sense of being in control of the onset of time and choosing to change….wonderful!


It got me thinking about our take on age… what fun to have an attitude towards our age and refer to it as how we feel. How often do we hear people lament that they don’t feel old or are surprised by their chronological age…”


“I don’t feel that old…I still feel 25!”


It’s interesting that the French language constructs age as “I have age”, rather than “I am an age”, J’ai vingt–cinq ans  (and being French I guess they can do what they like with it – who’s asking?)


Maybe we could declare two ages whenever we’re asked… chronological and how you feel at the time….. How old do you feel today?


Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. Bob Dylan