At the age of 39, I clearly realized that another year plus to my age wouldn’t change much. It seemed to be just a new number and nothing else. But a couple of weeks after my 40th birthday, it hit me.
At some point, I found myself looking in the mirror, trying to count the wrinkles on my face and new gray hairs. There weren’t that many, but there was still a slight panic growing inside. And then I thought, “No way, it’s time to do something about this!” and started looking for my own ways to cope with the new reality.
