Gray

I am going gray with a vengeance. It seems like every time I look at myself in the mirror I see more and more gray hairs.

When I found my first gray hair, at the ripe old age of 29, I was sort of horrified. 'But I'm only 29,' I cried (I think, 'But I'm only (insert age here) will be the rallying cry for the rest of my 30s, if not the rest of my life).

Then I moved past denial into acceptance. Now I'm firmly back in
denial. One or two gray hairs is kinda cool and sexy and distinguished.
A new one every time you look is just disturbing.

Don't get me wrong, I think a head full of gray, ahem silver, hair is gorgeous. I can see the road there is going to be a long one for me, though.

I never thought I'd consider dying my hair, and now I am. Considering
it, I mean. I don't think I will, but, eh, who knows?