I know, I know, it’s inevitable. I don’t have an issue with the fact that I’ll be turning 42 later this year, though. In fact, I’m proud to be where I’m at in life, even if it means spending more time getting bunion-cushioning shoe inserts and vitamin supplements than it does staying out late with friends getting sushi and drinks.

What is somewhat bizarre to me, however, is how the signs of getting older have crept up on me. Big time.

We’re talking going to sleep and waking up with pains and problems that I swear didn’t exist when I went to bed.

Thing is, I’m more intrigued (and somewhat amused) by the signs of aging that seem to have suddenly hit like a ton of bricks than I am bummed out about them.

Why mope around feeling miserable about something that’s a normal part of life? Wrinkles and bunions and heading to bed early? Throw it all my way! (But not too quickly, as nowadays, I often become momentarily lightheaded if I stand up too quickly.)

Here are 8 ways that aging has crept up on me that I am surprisingly OK with. (Really.)

1. I can’t wear high heels like I used to.

For as long as I can remember, I was a heel lover.

Even when I commuted in New York City, I refused to wear sneakers while walking several blocks to work. I simply didn’t see the fun and fashion sense donning Nikes with a pencil skirt.

Goodbye, high heels. (iStock)

Flash forward 15 years, and past a few other careers, to just the other day, when I visited my primary doctor about pain in my left foot. I walked away (in heeled boots, of course) with:

I may have shed a tear when I got home after the visit, standing before a closetful of shoes I may never wear again. Ah, who am I kidding?

2. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Mind out of the gutter! This is all about having a certain pride and curiosity in swapping stories about changes in skin, teeth, and yes, even our increased amount of gas release (I have no shame, and let's get real: We all do it).

Whereas there was a time I'd never bring up the topic of stray chin hairs or a creaking knee to a neighbour or stranger, I now find myself semi-bonding with the cashier about the appearance of my new mole.

“Honey, that's nothing,” she says, as she pauses to roll her sleeve up and discuss the reason behind her four-inch scar. We laugh. We roll our eyes. We exchange doctor recommendations. Life is good.

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3. Oh no, I'm good with just one glass of wine, thanks.

Compared to the “old” me (“old”... now isn't that phrase funny?) who used to be able to enjoy more than two glasses of wine, with the occasional cocktail thrown in the mix, I simply can't tolerate much more than a couple of glasses of wine these days.

It's not that I start telling crazy stories and am unable to walk in a straight line after a couple of Pinot noirs — it's the feeling, the next morning, that teeters between a splitting headache and a dry mouth that does me in.

Oh well.

Yikes. I'm not so sure about that second glass. Image: Supplied/Ravishly

4. Instagram filters vs. my wrinkles: The struggle is real.

I enjoy photography, so, naturally, I’m drawn to Instagram. But these days, I'm thinking a “raccoon eye” filter near the skin-smoothing “Slumber” or “Earlybird” Instagram filters would be lovely.

I mean, really... since when did I wake up to both darker under-eye circles AND nearby wrinkles? Just when I find one filter that softens my wrinkles, it also happens to make the rest of my eyes look like a member of KISS. If I find a filter that banishes the Gene Simmons effect, then the wrinkles are exaggerated.

I can't win. So instead, I suck it up and post many pictures sans filter. I look how I look, and I'm becoming increasingly comfortable with that. It's obvious I'm not 20 anymore, so why should I try to be something I'm not? Besides, trying to find just the right filter can be exhausting. And speaking of being tired...

A photo posted by Jennifer Lea Reynolds (@jen_sunshine3) on Apr 27, 2016 at 4:19pm PDT

5. A 9pm bedtime (seriously) is perfectly normal.

There used to be a time — like, within the past two years — that I'd go to bed at 11pm on average. I'd awaken with tons of energy, not giving any thought to when I'd gone to bed the night before.

Now, sleep is something I seriously consider, plan, and live for, much like I used to ponder high heel purchases (OK, so I may never get over the heel/bunion thing). Heading out on a Friday night with my husband and our friends means living it up till the wee hours of 10:30pm.

But I wouldn't have it any other way. There's a cozy bed that beckons, where I can rest my imperfect feet and soothe my soul. (Post continues after gallery.)

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