The occasional (let’s say) strand of hair on my head didn’t used to feel wiry as it passed between my fingers, but now it does.
My (one) leg didn’t used to cramp in the middle of the night leaving me hopping around the bedroom, but now it does.
The skin around my eyes didn’t used to crease quite so deeply when I smiled just the smallest of smiles, but now it does.
The occasional eyebrow hair didn’t used to grow much longer than the others (seemingly unchecked), but now it does.
My neck didn’t use to hurt for days (plural) if I forgot to take the big pillow off the bed before falling asleep, but now it does.
The time didn’t use to pass me by quite so quickly—or at least feel like it was passing by so quickly—but now it does.
I didn’t used to used to appreciate time, self and health nearly enough—nor many other things, honestly—but now I do.