As I am about to celebrate another year on this planet, I find myself reminded of the toll that both age and gravity take. My hair is mostly white. I have to go to the optometrist annually. Stuff hurts for no reason other than age and wear. I wear a larger shirt size (actually a good thing). It’s easy to find oneself longing for an earlier time. What you don’t remember is how bad it was. Things are better now, more stable, more abundant. Growing old is going to be both painful and amazing.