As I navigate my sixties, I am often surprised by the reflection staring back at me from the mirror or the screen during Zoom calls. More often than not, I expect to see a younger version of myself, only to be confronted with the reality of aging. The gray hair, the lines etched around my lips and eyes, and the various imperfections that have become more apparent over time—like that gobbledygook below my chin. What is that about?!— are constant reminders of time passing.