I am 500 months old today. It’s been 500 months since the date of my birth. I have been alive for 500 months.
I really don’t know how else to put it. It seems like a simple (if somewhat silly) concept, but some people seem to have difficulty grasping it. They ask: “What do you mean?” or “How do you figure?”
The figuring is easy. Every year is twelve months. 41 years is 492 months. So eight months after your 41st birthday, you’re 500 months old.
At my age, I only get an interesting birthday once every ten years. I just can’t get excited about the number 41.
But 500, that’s impressive. A nice round number.
Here’s to 500 more.