Do you remember the first time you looked at in the mirror and realized you weren’t a kid anymore?
I don’t, although at age 39, it’s been sneaking up on me for a few years now. The creases in my forehead don’t go away when I stop squinting. The lines around my eyes – particularly the right one, that’s the side on which I sleep – show more mileage these days.
And I don’t like it.