I love 47 because:
It’s old enough to know that life is short, but young enough to really enjoy what’s left.
It’s old enough to not be a slave to fashion, but young enough to still wear sassy boots.
It’s old enough to not have an opinion about everything, but young enough to be taken seriously when I do.
It’s old enough to have some time to myself, but young enough to be able to fill that time with purposeful pursuits.
It’s wise, but still impetuous.
Established, but still flexible.
Smart, but still learning.
Old, but still young.
I mostly love 47 because I’m old enough now to know that I either let a number rule how I feel in the worst sort of way or I pan for gold and find something sparkly and shiny to enjoy on my birthday.
Therefore, I say: I love 47!