Physically, nothing. In six months time, my arms are suddenly not long enough to read small print. My skin is a completely different texture than it used to be. I’ve noticed a dramatic decrease in my flexibility. I have mystery pains and I just can’t put in the 12 and 14 hour days like I used to.
In spite of that, I refuse to give in. At this relatively late point in my development (44), I’ve done some fairly adventurous travel, I rock climb, I’m shopping for my first motorcycle, and I’m determined to go skydiving some time in the next year.
On the other hand, I’ve finally realized that I don’t care what individuals or society think of me. I have a better idea of what’s important to me and I’m getting better at finding a way to make sure that I take care of me. I’ve finally found someone who is an equal and beloved partner and I’m enjoying a degree of professional success.
And, of course, it’s better than being dead ;)