Aging Paranoia.

I am getting wrinkles that a little cream won’t fix. I know I am supposed to be grateful for how each wrinkle represents some more wisdom but let’s be real; feeling pretty is so much easier than feeling ugly. It’s more than what the mirror tells me. It’s the longer recovery after lifting weights, it’s the annoying need for reading glasses, it’s the compressed time between hair colourings. Let’s explore this together and look to the “lifers” we know for guidance. What did they do? What attitudes did they adopt to become near-centurions?