I always react more cooly and nonchalantly to the various situations life throws my way in my imagination than I do in reality. My most recent lesson in this: aging.

As the years have gone by, I’ve had an increasingly difficult time identifying with my age. But this last year, various little creaks and pains have snuck into my body, alerting me that things are changing. It has felt almost like an injustice. I looked in the mirror and noticed that my face was starting to change—lines were deepening or appearing where they never were to begin with. It’s as if a slight “melting” effect has set in; it’s subtle still, but it’s there.

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