Imagine that everything you believed about your aging is not based on biology, but on habit, repetition, and stories you never wrote yourself. 

What if the "age" you search for daily in the mirror arises less from your cells and more from an identity you could have long left behind? This blog begins at the point most people never reach: where the past is no longer a suitable explanation and the present becomes too narrow for what you truly are. If you feel that routines no longer soothe you, if old reactions refuse to return, 
and if a quiet, impatient force within you demands space, then this is not a loss of control, but the first evidence that you are shedding a version of yourself that was never meant to last. 

Perhaps it is not your body that has aged — perhaps it is just the concept of yourself.