Last week, walking past a shop window, I glimpsed someone I didn’t immediately recognize—gray-haired, lined, slightly stooped. It took a second to realize I was looking at myself. That stranger looked older than the person I see each morning.
Do you feel that knot in your stomach when you need to say no to your boss? Even after putting in a full day’s work? At 4:30 PM yesterday, covered in mosquito bites from farming, I faced that familiar guilt again. You’re not alone in this struggle…
They say you can’t outrun time, and I’m not lacing up to try. These days, knocking on my late 50s’ door, the invites pile up—not parties, but funerals. More names turning into dates on stones. It’s not morbid, just math. Each departure whispers: live fully, pursue what truly matters.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but what about a fresh coat? Recently, I’ve been mulling something I rarely admit: I secretly want a makeover. Not dramatic—just something to shake the dust off and tidy me up a bit. Sound familiar? Got any tips?