I’m 47 years old. Let’s just put it out there for the world to hear. I’m pushing middle age…as my children like to so often remind me. In fact, just the other day I asked my 21-year-old if my forehead was too big and if I should get bangs. She replied with, “When exactly did you hit your mid-life crisis?” Ungrateful child. But let’s get back to what I was trying to say. In two and a half years, I will be 50. FIFTY!!! But that being said, it doesn’t bother me. To be honest, I don’t mind getting older just as long as I don’t feel old; however, there…