It always surprises me when I reminded that I’m already solidly in my mid-30’s. Because I don’t feel my age. Okay, maybe except in the cases of delayed onset muscle soreness after a modicum of physical exertion.
Maybe it has to do with living in a college town and my working from home setup often involves camping out in cafes frequented by students. Or maybe because I still have a very college-like lifestyle sans the classes and studying and parties. Or maybe because I still partly retain the awe and wonder of a child, so when you average it out, I end up somewhere around 28 years old.
Asians don’t raisin, and my parents have passed down some pretty good genes. But when I look more carefully in the mirror, I notice subtle etchings of crow’s feet and the slow but evident proliferation of sun spots.
And it brings to the forefront a stark recognition of how much time has already gone by.