Signs of Aging
I’m slowly recovering from a migraine attack as I write this. I’ve been doing my best to stay hydrated, but the heat lately has been relentless. This morning, after taking a shower, I noticed something I wasn’t quite ready to face: hair loss. Not dramatic, not alarming… but noticeable. The kind that makes you pause for a second longer in front of the mirror. I guess it’s time to finally invest in Minoxidil. I refuse to give up on my dream of becoming a proper silver fox someday. As if that wasn’t enough, I also had a small reality check last Saturday. I went out to Obar, fully intending to enjoy the night like I used to—but I didn’t even make it through the second set. At some point, my body just said, “That’s enough,” and honestly, I had to listen. It’s a strange feeling, realizing that stamina isn’t what it used to be. I suppose these are the subtle signs. Not loud, not dramatic—but persistent. The kind that reminds you that your body keeps score, whether you pay att...