You know how it feels when you visit friends you haven’t seen for years, and by golly, they look so much different than you remembered? Yet, when you see a friend almost every day, it’s hard to detect how he or she has aged at all.
It’s the same with yourself. I don’t notice physical changes that much, because, for better or worse, I’m stuck with myself on an hourly basis.
I’m lucky. The exterior appearance I project is not a big deal for me. My bigger concern is about how aging is influencing the inside me.