I’m turning 46. But if we do the math… I’m actually turning 10.

Today, December 28th, I officially turn 46 years old.
That’s what the calendar says.
That’s what the candles would say—if I could still fit them all on one cake.

But………I decided to do a little magic.

4 + 6 = 10.

So… I’m 10.
And honestly? That feels about right.

Because somewhere between responsibilities, routines, and “adult conversations,” we forget something important: age is a number, but feeling is a choice.

At 10, life was simple in the best way.
Joy came easily.
Laughter was loud.
Time felt slow.
And wonder didn’t need permission.

At 46, life is fuller, deeper, sometimes heavier—but it doesn’t mean we have to leave the child behind. We just hide him better. We call him “immature” when he laughs too hard. We call him “unrealistic” when he dreams too freely. We tell him to be quiet when he asks curious questions.

But what if we didn’t?

What if feeling younger isn’t about denying age—but about choosing how we show up inside it?

Being 10 again doesn’t mean avoiding responsibility.
It means still being curious.
It means finding joy in small things.
It means laughing before explaining.
It means believing that a good day can still surprise you.

It’s not hard to feel like a child again.
We just have to want it.

We have to allow ourselves to play without apologizing.
To be excited without justification.
To smile without a reason ready in advance.

Growing older is inevitable.
Growing old inside is optional.

So today, I’m celebrating my birthday with a little rebellion.
Not against time—but against the idea that wisdom must be serious and adulthood must be heavy.

I’ll take the years.
I’ll keep the lessons.
But I’ll also keep the lightness.

Because if I’m honest, the best version of me is probably a mix of both:
46 years of experience…
and a 10-year-old’s way of seeing the world.

And that feels like a very good age to be. 🎂✨

GK