I’m getting old and I cried about it today.
I’m in the process of bringing out all my gray hair so I can be a saucy silver minx. I wanna sashay around town, laughing and dazzling everyone with my epic confidence and head full of glorious streaks of silver and gray and black but dang, when did this happen? Where did the time go? When did I go soooo gray?
I felt like I needed to finally say it out loud and just admit that I’m scared.
I’m getting older and I’m scared.
We are young, until we just aren’t anymore. We have little babies on our hips and then we have young adults telling us we’re wrong about anything that escapes our lips (unless you’re me and have both 🥱). There’s a slightly different face in the mirror now. Things hurt. I can’t see for shit and I’m in bed by 9, even on weekends.
It’s exciting but shocking. A true celebration of life and time mapped all over my body. Every line, every crease, wrinkle, sun scar, stretch mark, mole, scar and every ache and pain and gray hair tell a story I’m proud of. No take backs, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having a hard time.
So if you see me, tell me my hair looks AMAZING.
THANKS IN ADVANCE