My next door neighbor is 92 and it comes up in conversation with her. This statement, “I’m 92 and … ” (there is a wide variety of topics with which she fills in the blank), got me thinking about age. <\/p>\n
Recently I goofed at work. Being the editor of our internal monthly newsletter, I publish the birthdays each issue … without the year. In March, I forgot to take off the year. I’ve been doing the newsletter for decades and get very little feedback. Boy, did I hear from the March birthdays! Some of them were NOT happy about their ages being revealed. That also got me thinking about age.<\/p>\n
In January, I volunteered to spend an afternoon with a Girl Scout Troupe. One of the scouts was turning 10. It was a big deal … double digits. She was proudly sharing her age.<\/p>\n
So I wonder … when is it that some of us become secretive about our age? We proudly announce we are 10 and 92 … but somewhere in the middle some people become sensitive to aging.<\/p>\n
How old are you and why would you share (or not) that number?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My next door neighbor is 92 and it comes up in conversation with her. This statement, “I’m 92 and … ” (there is a wide variety of topics with which she fills in the blank), got me thinking about age. Recently I goofed at work. Being the editor of our internal monthly newsletter, I publish the birthdays each issue …<\/p>\n