Growing older sucks & it blows. The changes in one’s appearance is obvious but it’s also the inner squeaks and groans that make you more aware of the passing of time. It takes longer for me to wake up from sleep. I can’t stay up late at night as much as I used to be able to do. Injuries take longer to heal. And afternoon naps, which I used to hate, feel so much like a good thing and a necessity on some days. And where I used to take cold or mostly cool showers all the time, nowadays I need hot water for my baths & showers especially when it rains and the weather is a lot cooler.
My beard grows back so much quicker. And my beard, which started greying two years ago, a couple of months after I turned 35 is now 50% grey. Just above my sideburns I’ve noticed a couple of strands of grey hair as well. And don’t get me started on baldness. I started having issues when I was 26 and now it’s bad. But then male pattern baldness has been rampant in my mother’s side of the family and I blame the genes! There’s no stopping the receding hairline unless I go for some treatment or wear a wig or something like that.
But mostly as I grow older the regrets, mistakes, transgressions and bad choices keep screaming back to haunt me. I wish I could go and undo a few, completely edit some others and delete some from my history altogether. Time machines not having been invented, this but a pipe dream. Sigh! I hate reality sometimes!