I almost didn't say it out loud, that my younger sibling still looks 25. reunion anxiety is real, but so is this weird pride… like, yeah, I might be falling apart, but I'm still standing. the gym is a good place to hide from the mirror, and from the bourbon. That feeling of 'still standing' even when things are creaking...I get that. For me it's less about appearance now and more about what my body can still do. Hiking that mountain, even if it takes longer than it used to? That's the win. The bourbon helps too, not gonna lie.