Looking back, it appears the last time I wrote about my age was in 2018, so I think I can afford to write about it again. I’ve found I often forget exactly how old I am. I know it sounds strange, but as I told my daughter once, once I turned 25, my birthdays became less important to me because they didn’t mark as much, and 25 was it because that’s when car insurance rates go down for single men. Now the truth is, as I get older, I do think more about my age because I know I have a limited number of orbits around this star we call Sol. But in the past few years, I’ve come to realize I often forget my exact age and I’m off by a year or so. But numerically, I know exactly how old I am, even if I have to stop to think about it.

But, as I believe I’ve said in the past, I often don’t feel my age. One of the best compliments one of my fellow techs said to me was “Greg, you often run circles around most of the 20-something techs”. I’ll note she was 20-something when she said it. So while I know I’m not 20 something, I often don’t feel late 50 something either.

And then other times, I just get confused. This came to me other other week when I was talking to a preceptor and she mentioned she had done her residency at Berkshire Medical Center in Pittsfield Massachusetts. Now, I’ve only been there once, for a blood test, in high school. So I almost said to her, “Oh, maybe you were there the one time I visited.” But then I realized she’s my age or younger. So she definitely was not doing her residency then.

Years ago, when I started a programming job, I was the youngest person at the company. Now, I often find myself the oldest person in the medical office or area of the hospital I’m in. But I’m there as a student. So I’m both experienced and inexperienced. It plays with my brain at times.

So, if you ask me how old I feel? I honestly couldn’t tell you. I suspect I feel much l like I did in my early 30s. Not a young kid, but definitely not a person in striking distance of applying for Social Security.