Getting older is natural and a guarantee for as long as we live, and hopefully it’s an enjoyable life. It’s inescapable; there’s no getting around getting older. Everyday that passes is another day closer to our next birthday. But why does knowing this cause some of us to judge ourselves harshly? Why does it sometimes cause a whirlwind of negative thoughts and worry? It makes me wonder, do we sometimes perceive aging as a dark hanging cloud because we accept it as a bitter fact of life? Just like any dark cloud, maybe you’re thinking it signals a storm. And what is that storm for us?