I remember when I was a kid I was fascinated with the year 2000. It didn’t seem real to me that in my lifetime, all of a sudden the years would begin with “2”.
I figured out that in the year 2000, I would turn thirty-two. When I was doing that math, thirty-two seemed a million years away. It also seemed SUPER OLD.
Tomorrow I’ll be sixteen years past thirty-two, and there’s really no need to do that math because in addition to what they say about fifty being the new thirty and forty being the new twenty (or something like that), mentally I honestly still feel like I’m half of my actual years. Since “they” also say that age is a state of mind, I plan to stay in that youthful state for as long as possible.
I have no idea where my kid got these candles but I’m in love with them. Thirty-ish? I’ll take it. And now if you’ll excuse me I have a coconut cupcake to enjoy, while I’m still young.