Every now and then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a middle-aged-and-aging guy with a white beard and an increasingly craggy face.
It was really not so long ago I was quite young and spry.
My marriage aged me sixteen years over the course of eight. And then after that my divorce aged me twenty-four years over the course of the next eight.
I went from being a twenty-year-old thirty-something to being a seventy-year-old forty-something in what feels like no time flat.
I wonder if there’s a way to reverse it.
Then at other times I wonder if it helps to care, and if so, how one can go about doing that again.