When I look back now, I realize I was in denial.

I can remember chatting with a friend a couple years ago, and she referred to us as "middle-aged."

“I’m not middle-aged!" I snapped.

She replied, “Um… how old do you think you’re going to live to?...”

Ugh… I felt a knot in my stomach as I grappled with the pain of aging. My first thought? Aging stinks!

I could deny it. And, I could pretend that I was an exception. But the reality was, my body was changing.

And just like a kid throwing a tantrum (always at the wrong places and times), I decided that I was going to fight it.

I felt angry for all the time I wasted.

I was filled with regret for all the things I haven’t done yet.

I ached for all the moments I worried over stupid things. If only I knew then what I do now–– I would have enjoyed myself more!

Well, we all know how well THAT works....

So, while I can’t go back and change...