I don’t feel old! No matter what age I have been, I always felt the same — young, hopeful ready for the new adventure. Yet, we age. I see my high school friends, and I realise that I too must be getting old. There is a disconnect there, and I wonder if it is just me, or do all women feel that way. A mirror tells the truth, but only just. At the right angle and light, I catch glimpses of the thirty-year-old I once was. But this is just the outside of course and the older I get, the more I realise that the outside is not the full story of ageing. It is only a static picture that can be manipulated.