I am 64 years old. Somehow the number seems significant, although I don’t know why. Everyone I have ever spoken to about age agrees: they feel a lot younger than they imagined they would feel like at this age (however old they might be).
It’s almost as if we reach a ‘fork in the road’ age-wise—a particular moment in time, usually in middle age, when we experience a total disconnect between what we see in the mirror and what we experience in our mind. I think this phenomenon, and the degree to which we experience the disconnect, reveals our resistance to aging (at best) and outright denial (at worst).
