Something off of Facebook again...
Come this February, I will turn 45 years old.
As they say in New Orleans, "Come this February, I will make 45 years old."
LOL. It always made me laugh during my 2.5 years living in the city. I took me awhile to get use to the vernacular.
People don't like to tell their age. And you're definitely not supposed to ask a woman her age. I wonder why that is?
I remember when I turned 32, I proudly told someone how old I was. Why? Because there are people who didn't even live to be that old. And besides, why should I be ashamed of my age?
The older I get, the wiser I become. I have more life experience. I am better able to help someone who is going through trials and tribulations I have gone through myself, and overcame.
And I can identify all that the quote above alludes to.
Can you?