Birthday #53

My 53rd birthday is this Friday.  1.22.63

53.  This is not a misprint or just my wild imagination...it is a real event.  I can say that 50 is the new "30"--I think I said that on my 40th birthday as well.  Heck, what makes 30 so special?  I guess all the "milestones" get special treatment because that are all divisible by the number five.  (that is the best logic I could come up with, so if you have other thoughts....PLEASE leave me a comment so I can be better informed.

But 53...is just sort of blah.  Not the big 5-0 and not 55.   At least with 55, you get the senior discount at The Movie Tavern.  With 53....you get nothing.  I recall this same feeling at 33, 37, 43, 47...just stuck in the middle....Remember when you were a Sophomore in high school.  You were no longer the new kids on the block (Freshman.) You were not getting to plan for your approaching graduation (Senior.)  Last as a Junior you had getting your drivers license to look forward to or the Prom....that Sophomore year was also blah.

My mother told that that when I turned three I told everyone that I was going to be six.  I had asked  "Can I wash dishes when I am three?"   "No" replied my mom.  "When can I wash dishes?"  "When you are six."  Same conversation about when I could go to school.  Three was blah.  I was going to be six. 

So now 50 years later from that conversation, I would be happy to have the excuse that I'm too old to wash dishes.  But as an adult, I have all those "duties."  Someone said to me this year, "You are as young as you feel."  Well, I feel 53 but I'm going to fake it and feel six.   I need to be six. 
I have a sink full of dirty dishes that needs to be washed.