I confess that the older I get the less concerned I am about fixing injuries. Not the type of injury that absolutely has to be fixed in order to function, but the kind where you wind up with permanent scars or bumps and dents. Kind of like deciding not to fix body damage on an old car. So now my old body has bumps, dents, scars, and mildly broken bones (everything still works but it looks a bit wonky). I figure that no one is going to be looking at me because I’m attractive anymore, so why bother worrying about how I look? It’s freeing!