The worst part of middle age, by far, is haircuts. They never work. I’m always seeking the one that will stick, that will be the way I cut my hair from now on. But the hair never cooperates, it just goes on changing and getting more difficult to manage. It’s not like the hair is “good,” it just gets really “bad” if left untended.
Also, sneakers. They used to fit normally. Now they’re never right.