In the last two days, I’ve run into two of Chris’s friends, one of whom is a former colleague of mine. New York is a big place with millions of people, and yet we managed to bump into each other and catch up briefly.

I don’t know how observant people are when they run into me by chance, but one of the first things I always think of when I run into someone I know is, when was the last time I saw this person? How different or the same does this person look? I don’t think I’d seen the friend I ran into today in over two years, yet she looked exactly as I remembered her; it’s like she hadn’t aged a single day. She told me that I looked even younger than the last time she saw me, which I found really hard to believe because I feel like I’ve aged ten years since then. We really are more critical about ourselves than we should be.