When I look in the mirror, I wonder how I got this old. Without the visual proof that I am no longer someone in my twenties or thirties, in my mind, I see and feel like a young adult.
Like many older people, you do not think of yourself being any different than the decades before.
Then come those moments in life when you are reminded you are no longer that young person but an older version of that same person.
Having young women tell you they envy you for sitting at a bar alone. Telling you, they wish they had the confidence to do so.
The doctor upsells you on vaccines for people over fifty.
The hairstyles you have found as samples for the hairdresser to cut and style my hair are commented on as being old lady styles.