This piece by Katy Elliott hit a nerve when we published it last summer, so I suspect it will still resonate today. I’m 43, and while I don’t exactly feel like crap, I feel a far cry away from my younger self every morning. I ache, I pain, my knees crack a little too loudly upon getting out of bed. It’s a weird thing, this aging thing. Sure it’s a blessing, but man, if it doesn’t put you in your place on a daily basis… |
